I brought in the last box from the truck and sighed as I set it down on the kitchen counter. I looked around the large kitchen and took a deep breath to take it all in.

Could this actually be real? It seemed like just yesterday when I just got into high school. Now I'm an adult, with a house. Or should I say, Spinner's house. I tried to put it as much money as I could into this house but I don't have much. Dropping out of college didn't go well with my preferred career choices so I stuck to working at the local grocery store.

I rubbed my hands over my face as I leaned against the counter. Arms came around my waist and a hand tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Spinner asked, his lips grazing my ear.

"I just hate being so far away from my parents and my brother. And Manny." I smiled at his concern and kept my hands busy by tearing the tape off the box.

Spinner moved to my side and lifted my chin so I would look at him. "But this is where we can start a family. Look at this place, three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It's perfect. We can be a family, Emma, isn't that what you want? Your own family?"

"Of course that's what I want. I love it here, Spin."

"We can have Snake and Spike and Manny over all the time, don't worry." He kissed my forehead and put his hand on my cheek before he left to finish unpacking the boxes in our room.

Our room. I've always been so independent. Now I'm completely dependent on a guy that I barely knew through high school and now we're married. We were drunk out of our minds when it happened. We barely knew each other but our completely drunk and disfunctioned minds decided that we were going to be married. I remember waking up at Spinner's house, dazed and confused.

And now look at us? We're still married. We fell in love with each other that day. We told ourselves that it was fate that brought us together.

As we spent the next few months together, I completely started to depend on him for my happiness. Manny was busy with Jay, I dropped out of college, I left home, I was broke. I was unhappy. Then Spinner came along.

But since that day, I started to loose myself, little by little. What happened to independent, enviromental crusader Emma? Now I depend on Spinner to make the money and pay the bills. What happened to me? Who am I?

I shook my head to escape the thoughts and continued to unpack the box. I stacked the plates into the cupboard and decorated the counter with plant pots of herbs. At least I still have the plant-loving part of me.

I unpacked until the house actually looked like a home. Paintings hung on the walls, orchids on the coffee table, picture frames scattered on every flat surface. I heard footsteps coming in and turned to see Spinner. "It looks perfect." I said to him. "It looks great but.." He brushed his hand through his hair and had an unsure look on his face. "But what?" I asked. He walked over to a doll in a glass case that I set up on the side table next to the couch. "What is this?" He pointed to the doll and laughed.

"My great grandmother's doll. My mom gave it to me when I was ten." I replied.

"It's hideous."

I raised my eyebrows and walked over to the doll. I opened the glass case and pulled her out. I smoothed her black curly hair and ran my hand over her piglike facial features. "No she's not. My great grandmother's brother gave it to her. He just had bad taste." I put the doll back in her case.

"Can we at least put it in my room? Or the closet?"

"What? No! She looks nice in here." I retorted.

"It's just a doll, Emma."

"A doll that is special to me. Just leave it."

"But look at it!"

"Spinner, come on."

"Fine." He said, coldly, before walking out.

Did we really just have an argument over a doll?