I am a hateful, anxiety ridden pile of stunted shit and self berating tears of regret. I am exactly what I had no patience for so many years past when I was "that girl." But that's just who I am today... However, a few constant pangs remain. My irrational fear of aging; my hate of children and poor grammar; and my consistent love of my husband and family and the confusion and guilt I feel about their unwavering support.