I am awkward.
That’s the biggest thing you need to know about me. I am vastly awkward, and have to work really, REALLY hard when I want to come off as a normal human being. I grew up on a small farm near an extremely small town (my daughter’s high school was 50% larger than my home town). I’m on my second, and vastly more successful, marriage to Jon the Brit. Jill picked Jon the Brit out for me. She’s very smart. Listen to her.
But I digress. What you need to know about me:
I am married to Jon the Brit (duh), and I have two kids.
I did not take Jon’s last name, and he doesn’t care. He also doesn’t care that I make significantly more money than he does. He’s British so he could read the phone book and I’d be happy. And he brings me a cup of tea every night while we’re settling down. He’s certainly not perfect (who is?), but he’s pretty damn good. Plus, he puts up with my shit, what’s not to like?
Nina is 19, and going to university abroad. Not a study abroad program - she full-on left the country for university in the UK (I thank/blame Jon) and I’m both proud and sad, but mostly proud. While Jon is her “dad,” she is from my first marriage. She is my tough-ass bitch and my warrior queen.
AJ is 11 years old, is incredibly scary smart, and has Asperger’s. And I’ve not met a snugglier, cuter, cuddlier, more loving little boy. He’s also been an ethical vegetarian for the last three years, and finally lets me eat chicken in peace.
I have been an attorney in a male-dominated industry for over 20 years. Frankly, I’ve been damned good at my job. And if someone misjudges me because of my gender, then they will be unpleasasntly surprised.
I was diagnosed with generalized anxiety disorder in my 30s which explained a vast amount of my life to that point. In my 40s, I was diagnosed as an Aspie, which explained the rest.