Now that we’ve hit the final Saturday of Nano Poblano I’ve decided that it might be a good time to tell those of you who have only recently discovered my blog a bit about myself. Most people do this at the beginning of a blog posting challenge, but I don’t necessarily like to do things how other people do them.
That being said, I am rather particular about how things get done. Especially when it comes to things around the apartment. You can just ask my husband.
My husband and I have do not have kids, nor do we ever want to have kids. There are many reasons for this, but the main one is that I just don’t like children.
Aside from the fact that I don’t like children, another reason why I never want to have kids is the fact that I have several mental illnesses. I have bipolar disorder, panic disorder, and social anxiety. I have not been on any medication for any of these things for over a decade but have all of them pretty well under control.
I do not have a job. My husband provides for the both of us. This is my choice. If I were to decide that I wanted to work my husband would support that as well.
My husband and I voluntarily decided to stop owning any sort of vehicle almost 7 years ago. The amount of money that we’re saving is well worth the slight inconvenience.
My husband and I do our grocery shopping once a month. In order to do this we rent a van from U-Haul for the day. Costco is our friend.
My husband and I are both introverts. Me more than him. For years people would try to, or urge me to try to “fix” my introvertedness because they were convinced it was another part of my mental illnesses. I’m more than over that shit.
With all this talk of my husband you might assume that I am straight. If you did make that assumption you’d be wrong. I am bisexual. So, no, marrying a member of the opposite sex doesn’t magically turn someone completely heterosexual, I’ve been married to him for over 14 years now. Neither does joining a church and forcing yourself to deny that part of yourself. You cannot “pray the gay away.” Incidentally, you also can’t be cured of mental illnesses by simply praying hard enough, despite what I was repeatedly told by people in that church.
I’m assuming that it now comes as a shock to no one that I am decidedly not religious in any way, shape or form.