This is the first hour I’ve had by myself in the apartment since we’ve moved here. Husband does not leave, ever. He doesn’t go anywhere without me, except to walk the dogs. Oh, and on Sunday he went to buy me pedialite (that was the day after the exchange of boots with the police officer) but other than that, he is always here. But here’s the thing, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I’ve discovered that I really like having him around all the time. Is this unhealthy? Am I demented? Should I get help? Maybe see a counselor for being co-dependent or something? Ah, crap, he’s up now. So much for alone time.
