Last night while going to bed, I told Matt about a friend of mine who thinks I'm very strange. I told him how whenever I tell her what I'm REALLY thinking, she laughs and says, "You're so weird."
His response? He said, "Molly, you ARE weird!"
I guess since I've been married I never thought I was a different kind of person. I remember high school and college when I felt like I didn't match the color scheme of the other students, and though I don't necessarily MATCH other colors, I was always sure Matt "got" me, and even that we both were similar. But last night he told me that he, basically, doesn't get me. He said I think, act and feel differently about the world around me than anyone else he knows.
I'm not sure how I feel about this. He told me it wasn't bad, but he thinks I'm weird, too. Maybe because he didn't ever disagree with my thoughts, I assumed he agreed. I feel very confused now. I thought I had a comrade. Maybe I do.
