It had to happen eventually. I guess my social ineptness is finally going to drive away my own husband, the one guy who’s been there longer than anybody else. He thinks I ignore him, that I deliberately disobey him, that I don’t love him, that I don’t set him first. It doesn’t seem to matter what I say, he thinks I’m a blood-sucking bitch. I guess I must be. It seems to be a unanimous opinion on that one. I can’t keep any friends, I can’t keep my daddy, I can’t even keep my husband happy. I suck. Everything I touch seems to turn to shit, no matter how hard I try.