I find myself asking that question quite often lately. I’m not even nearly as profound a thinker to be asking the meaning of life. Simplicity is my thing. I’m asking myself lately, why do I feel a need to write? Why do I want to put myself out there to see if anyone else shares my situation and stories? Can anyone relate? Why have I been thinking about anonymously blogging about my life? I want to share my story, my experiences, my life with others, but without judgement. Is this the right forum? I think it is. I’m trapped in a marriage, and see no way out. I don’t think I’m alone here. I think finances bind many couples together. I have 3 kids and a drunk for a husband. Where does my happiness come into play? When am I allowed to live for myself again?