August you got me thinking on the boundaries thing. I realized I am very bad at that, my whole life I have pretty much felt I should just be happy with whoever takes me, I hadn't really any friends growing up and experienced a lot, a lot a lot of rejection. That coupled with an abusive home really screwed me up socially. As an adult I was amazed anyone would even talk to me at all, and took it for granted that I'd be tossed away eventually. It was only when I started drinking that I became more socially adept. But since I quit I have reverted back to being horribly self conscious every minute of every day. I am still really bad at boundaries. Basically if someone is a friend to me I will just about walk over crushed glass if they asked me too, because I am so worried about disappointing them.