Once upon a time I was in my 20’s. I lived life dangerously. I drank too much and partied too much. Life was fun I thought. Until the next morning.Somedays I couldn’t remember where I parked my car. Some mornings I wasn’t alone. Sometimes it was the right guy and sometimes it wasn’t. My room mate was worse. OFten there were strange men walking out of her room in the morning. Then we got responsible. Stopped smoking. Slowed down the going out every night. Tried to have a real job, but working in a grocery store doesn’t seem so real. Only when I got an office job did I start to feel grown up. When I hooked up with the man who would be my husband, I realized I could be loved for who I was.