Oh I can think of a lot of things... I’m afraid to tell him how much I actually think about him. I’m afraid to tell him about some childhood trauma memories I have (the few left that I’ve never shared with anyone). I’m afraid to ask him if it’s ok to ask for a phone call on the weekend. I’m afraid to tell him some things about my husband. There are a few sexual things I haven’t been able to get out either. Right now I’m also afraid to tell him I’ve basically stopped eating.