Dave has gone away for the week for work. Once night fell, I found myself in serious panic mode and needing to do all the things of old from when I lived alone. The house had to be a particular way. Everything had to be tidied and put away. Everything just so.
It made me realise how much of my behaviour as a single woman living alone was based on the need for security and in order to keep away fear. I was constantly living with fear at night, ranging from low level (and unconsious fear) to complete panic. The low level fear is back.
Yet, now that that is all done, I think I am going to enjoy the next few days. A time to regroup. And I will soon adjust to being responsible for it all once more.
And of course, I still have Max (Dave’s dog) to protect me and the house now!