I’d never tell anyone this, but I get anxious when I think about going to a party without my husband or another trusted male. So weird, I know. My 73 best girl friends can be going to the party, but if my husband or a trusted male isn’t there, I’m still uncomfortable.
No, nothing ever happened. No, I don’t know why. It has just always been this way for me. Daddy issues? Shit, maybe.
I’m currently debating texting one of my trusted male friends to see if he’s going to be at the party. He will absolutely think it’s weird that I’m reaching out to him but I don’t care because it’ll put my mind at ease.
Yes, I get this is ridiculous. I’m a work in progress. Hate it or love it, this is how I act.
I’ve made Jell-O shots and buffalo chicken dip for the party. Let’s face it, i know how to have a great time.
Love me even though I’m crazy?