It started off as a "little blemish" in her behavior and habits before we were married. Now it's turned into the "devilish groundhog from Hades" and it's only been four years. Thirty minutes late here, losing car keys there, now I'm concerned if she will lose one of our two children who are under 3. Sure she's been tested and has built up enough coping strategies to not be officially diagnosed, but that was before children. That little groundhog has been popping up randomly, biting at my heels, snickering at me, and then darting back into its hole. I get to where I can relax for a bit, and as soon as I "close my eyes" that little piece of feces is sinking it's teeth in once again! I'm starting to get to the place where it's harder and harder to relax knowing he's out there, waiting for me to fall asleep, to slice me up in my dreams. ;). I'm glad that this forum is here. Thanks for listening, you all.