Like many couples we needed to split up and "meet new people"
By this I do not mean play the field in dating but simply new friends.
I said many a times that I felt stifled by him. But I stuck up for him at my work. One of my co-workers said I was a good quine. The rest made me feel like I was settling down too soon. That I had never lived my life. I knew this and it ate me up inside every day, having to trudge to my slave wage job, having to harbour the secret that I was a ward four reject.
Fred said it was no wonder why I had no friends left, nobody wanted to be friends with someone who was a mental patient, not to mention the reputation of the one in my area. The funny farm, the Looney bin that was what it was know as