The Married Ones
In my friend group it seems, the majority of the time, Michael and I are the only married couple. Sure, we have married friends, but for our typical “going out on the town” group we're the only ones with that distinction. Usually it's fine, it doesn't mean we act any different. We aren't into PDA so no one notices. But just like single and unmarried people, there are some issues that come up with being “The Married Ones.”
This past weekend I was listening to some of my friends recount their weekend plans. As I sat there, I thought wait, why wasn't I invited to brunch?! You never told me you all went to a movie. Why weren't we included in this?!
I think sometimes, being the married ones means getting left out.
People know that you already are with your person and you probably already have plans.
Sometimes we can't do things because we do, actually, have married like things to take care of: the house, the dogs, the taxes, etc.
Sometimes, on the weekends, we do just want to stay in and eat take out and watch a movie. No, we don't have to go to a bar to meet people (I just want to go out and dance.) We walk the line between being an old married couple and party-goers that like to occasionally attend a music festival. I want both aspects of life but I'm finding it harder and harder to find that balance.
I've always considered myself to be a social person. I love making new friends, going to parties, dancing, eating, drinking, all of it. But lately I feel like I'm the only one. The only married one. So my friends forget that I might want to come too.