DH has a social life and I used to. When we met I was ALWAYS OUT. Late, and enjoyed my wide circle of friends.
A decade later and I'm stagnant. I'm a SAHM. He's home after 8 on a good day, often 11:00 and sometimes really late.
I hate going to bars, art openings, late night events. I dislike mingling in social situations. I'm tired, awkward and can't think of what to say.
DH invites me, but I literally dread the event for days before, find an excuse not to go and stay at home sad on my own. I'm jealous and insecure and unhappy.