This is the day I should have left (Part 2 of ?)
For the last couple of weeks, my current boyfriend, Todd, and I have had this bizarre back and forth. As he starts talking about his upcoming ten-day trip to California - talking about his lists his plans, or to remind me of when his flight out and his flight in is, I am wracked with anxiety. Eventually I'll tell him, "Okay, I need to stop thinking about this because it's stressing me out." "Why is it stressing you out? You're not going, and I'm not stressed." "I don't know, I just am, and I need to back burner this for now." I usually make a joke about how I don't know how to go on a vacation, because the only vacation I've ever been on was a family one that we took when I was twelve. Sometimes I blame my anxiety on my Type A personality and how I need to feel like I'm in control of everything. But I finally put my finger on it. The last time I had a significant other going on a long-ish trip, it was a disaster. Yes, I'...