Wearing cozy (but ugly) clothing. When I wear my robe and fleece polar bear pants into the grocery store, people stare. And what’s the deal with people shaming granny panties? It’s stupid. Being comfortable isn’t a crime; it’s a luxury to be enjoyed.
I see her decision to go out with friends, to lunch with a male work acquaintance, to knit, to sleep with her back to me as meaningful, as a statement about me.
Because winter is showing no signs of slowing down.
Trust your instincts. If you’re uncomfortable in any situation, leave.
You know that girl…the one who makes you feel like your life is crappy? She’s upbeat, smiles a lot, is probably in a band, enjoys baking….you get the deal. She’s not exactly saying mean things, but WTF?