Tonight I go to therapy and I have to admit, I don't know what to expect. We have a few really tough issues to tackle but I'm glad everything's out in the open at this point. Now we just have to weed through it.
And there is a weird emotion creeping up in me. There's a new guy in my life. A possible fling or more (of some sort). And then there's always the neighbor. Whom I thought was out of the picture but contacted me last night. I did not see him because I was in bed when he text me to come outside. I said "no" since I was really sleepy. (My meds kick ass in the helping me sleep department.)
But the emotion that's creeping up in me. Dread. Of being in a relationship. I'm not so afraid of being hurt, been there, done that, may have to do it again. I'm afraid of closing my options unless someone's really suited to me. And I really, really dig them. I guess I'm a commitment phobe at this point. Eep.
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