I’m an introvert.
It took me only about 40 years to realize that. I credit my friends on Facebook who shared their experiences. Yet again I discovered that I was not weird.
I married a man who was an extrovert (and slightly narcissistic). He loved being the centre of attention, loved meeting new people, loved small talk. I was happy being his wife because I could fade into the corner of the room while everyone was focused on him. I am the type of person who will hide in a store when someone I know walks to toward me, so that I don’t have to talk to them. My ex is the type of person who will cross 6 lanes of traffic to say hi to someone he met in an elevator 2 years ago.
He could never understand why I acted the way I did. And I couldn’t explain it to him because I didn’t even know why I acted that way. Really, I thought there was something wrong with me. When I asked him why he stayed with me for so long if he didn’t like the way I acted and he said, “I thought you would get better.”
I wasn’t sick!
I’m an introvert. I’m normal in the way that half the population is normal.