Coming Out

I had a very disconcerting conversation with my husband the other day. It started out as a normal breakfast: "What are you doing today?" "Oh, nothing much...how about you?" "Not a lot..." *continue to munch on cereal*
SUDDENLY, Rex pipes up with this: "You know how some people are like, 'in the closet,' and then they come out? Like gay guys? Or lesbians? They finally come out? Or even like, 'I'm a closet Ohio State fan' or something like that?"
I stopped eating my cereal and peered up suspiciously at him to respond with something very witty and intelligent: "ummm...yeah..."
I figured there was no way this conversation was headed in a positive direction. I was pretty right. I married a weirdo.
"Well, Christine. I think you married a closet hillbilly. I haven't really noticed it before, but all of the signs are there! I listen to only country music, I wear camouflage at least four days a week, I hunt at every chance I get, and all I want out of life is a good wife, a truck, and a dog. I think I really might be a hillbilly... but because of my college education, physical therapy school, having all my teeth and all that, people might not know! But I am coming out now: I am a hillbilly."

Thanks for sharing your identity, Rex. I'm not sure why it took you this long to figure it out.

I married a hillbilly. I am SO proud. :-/ At least he's being honest with himself.