Sunday, February 9, 2014




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.

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