baby steps

Sometimes the fears of our heart can seem as great as the terror of a crashing wave destined to descend upon us. Ack!

First it was the half eaten bag of chips… Now, I’ve given my mister my spare toothbrush and contacts case for use while he spends the odd evening at my place. This was a huge milestone for me, as I try to round up all of his things before he leaves my place, and put them back into his bag, as I can't allow him to settle into my place. It's absolutely frightening to me! After I said he could have this stuff, I almost couldn’t hand them over. 

I’m so weird: I want him to be there ALL OF THE TIME, but leaving a toothbrush at my place is overwhelming!

Baby steps…baby steps…