My twenties were a mix of things.  Looking back, it should have been the best time of my life.  While my friends were still going to bars and trying to hook up, I had settled down.  Married at the age of 24, we owned a house and had started down the road to adulthood.  I had a good job, a nice house with an inground pool in the back yard, decent neighbors, and everything he had promised.  The only thing missing was happiness. I didn’t know it at the time, and even if I had some subconscious notion of not feeling happy, I would have and probably did suppress it.…