The first fear that comes to mind is getting hurt. Haven't you ever been alone at home and you feel like someone could be peering through the windows? Like that feeling you get after watching a scary movie, and you are afraid of every noise and opening every door.

I spend my days alone. I'm fine with it. But, there's something about the night that I'd get insecure. I know that's silly and irrational.

I've always had someone inseparably close with me. Either a best friend or boyfriend. My h has been with me 25 years. We are very good together aside from the sexual/intimacy problem that escalated into this.

I thought I really liked sex, but maybe I am really scared of it.

I never chose to do it, it was taken from me. Then I used it to try to get young men to fall in love with me and be with me.

I didn't love the pimple faced HS bf, I just went with him, I gave it away too easily.

I thought I loved the college bf, but suddenly I turned off, when I saw him as immature and spoiled.

Then I had some strange love triangle/ unrequited love years. What was I thinking?

Then came husband.

I went from one to another.

I have probably a false sense of security together with a man, feel protected.