I still have the kind of anxiety about him as I do panic about my
curling iron. I will be at a meeting and then I’ll
have a sudden flash of my house burning down. Did I turn it off? I
left it on, didn’t I? No, it’s off, I remember turning it off. About him, it
will be the middle of the night and I’ll wake up with, what if I had done
that one thing different? Did I really have the say that?
For the record, I
have never returned home to my things in flames. And no, I didn’t really have
to say that.
