Carmen's right. I only write when I'm not happy. It really isn't that I am terribly unhappy, it's just that things aren't going my way, I guess. At least not the way I had hoped they would six months into this. Of course, who am I to talk? I didn't think we'd make it to six weeks, much less six months. I truly do love this man, more than I have loved anyone in a long time and I know that he loves me too, but sometimes I just have to wonder. I am afraid that wondering is a bad thing though. Does wondering mean that I don't have enough faith to make this work? And why don't I have faith? I could explain it away with all of my previous failed attempts at relationships, but something tells me that is not all of it. Maybe I'm just too anxious and impatient. Maybe I want more than what he is willing to give. Is it so bad to think of the future? Is it really so awful that I do want to get married and have children within the next few years? I'm 24 years old already. One of my best friends just had her second child and another is pregnant with her second baby. These girls have been married for going on 3 years now. And where am I? Still living with my parents, trying to pay off my bills and hoping that this is what I have been looking for all this time. Is this too much to ask?