I’m tempted to tell him I have an emotional disorder and that is why I fell in to a brief relationship with him that I couldn’t sustain, not once, but twice. I’d tell him that hoping he would just think of me as a friend, now as a former friend, who is married, and leave me alone, not be mad.

Maybe I’m being more nervous and worried than warranted.

All he said was, ‘are you ok?’ Right away, I jump to the thought he is coming to kill me.

He’s not. He’d have already done so. I’m a scared little rabbit.