It seems like these days all of my friends are married or are getting married. Sometimes a friend and her husband will ask me if I'm dating anybody and, when I say "no," they give each other funny looks as if I'm a disturbed child that needs special care. One time I responded by telling my friend, Donna, and her fiance, Eric, that my ability to experience intimacy in a loving relationship has been deeply affected by the dysfunction in my alcoholic family of origin. For some reason, this weighted dead silence came upon us that lasted for a good five minutes. Donna just kept sipping her margarita and Eric downed his beer. I considered also telling them that the role of a wife and mother has always looked like a special kind of hell to me, but since they're getting married soon, I thought that might not be appropriate.