I’ve been home alone for an hour. You should be home by now. I ran to check the mail so we should have gotten home about the same time. I try not to worry. I try not to let the anxiety creep in. I know you don’t answer to me. I know you will do what you want and not call- to prove that you don’t answer to me. But I wonder how considerate it is to take the vows and not even be accountable to your spouse?
Don’t worry. Don’t worry. Don’t worry.
Fucking anxiety. Even when it starts about something mildly rational, it spirals into this horrible panic over every damned thing under the sun.
Breathe.
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