My So-Called Perfect Life

Since we’ve been married, our friends (both individual and mutual) seem to have detached from us. There seems to be a feeling that now we have each other, we don’t need anyone else. And more frighteningly, people seem to have the impression that because we are married and live in a nice house, we have no problems and no need of support or friendship.

Well guess what? We don’t have a perfect life. Here are some factoids you might like to know – I’m telling you lot because at the moment, I’m not strong enough to tell my friends to their faces:

We are £35,000 in debt

His family hate me, and think I stole and corrupted their little boy. They talk about us behind our backs all the time, then lie about it.

I’ve put on two stone since moving in with Him, and sometimes I have panic attacks about how ugly I am that are so bad I feel like I’m drowning.

He wants kids one day, but when we talk about it all I can do is panic about how it will ruin our lives – but I can’t keep telling Him that, because the disappointment on His face crucifies me.

How’s that for perfect? How’s that for ‘so happy they don’t need friends’? How’s that for the charmed life of the token ‘grown-up’ couple?

How's that for the naked truth?