After one long night of walking the floors with my heart racing and gasping for a full breath, I huddled on the kitchen couch in the dark, where Larry found me. He sat down next to me and told me he had something on his mind, something that had been building up for a while. I looked into his eyes, which seemed full of defeat. This is it, I thought. My misery is driving him away for good. Is he leaving me?
“I don’t recognize you anymore,” Larry confessed. “I don’t know how to help you.” He held my hands in his and made me look him in the eye. I didn’t want to hear what he would say next. I held my breath as the worst-case scenario raced through my head. If he tells me he’s leaving, then what? I’ll be alone. I’ve always been terrified of being alone. It’s my greatest fear.