Spent the day realizing that I hate going to big, fancy parties, and I will not do it any longer if I don’t feel like it. When parties start feeling like jail time, it’s time to stop going to the things. One less need left over from my mother, the compulsive party girl, to fulfill.
My husband and I have different ideas about parties — he thinks that black-tie parties are a normal part of life. I was brought up for that too, like a race-horse. Except for one or two exceptions, I didn’t enjoy the people last night, or much else. No more for me, especially if the only reason I go is because “I have to.”
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