Here's a triumph! (for me) It might not sound that hard to most of you, but I hate being alone at night. I always convince myself I feel sick and I'm sooo afraid of v* when I'm alone. I swear I would go get a stranger off the street to sit with me rather than do it alone!
So yesterday my husband went camping with some friends just for one night (he'll get home sometime today). I got home from work at 4:30 and this big long evening was stretching ahead of me. I watched some DVDs, did some laundry, talked to a couple friends, and tried to distract myself. I started panicking a bit at one point, when I felt dizzy for about an hour after eating dinner and had to lie down, but I never called my husband, which was what I was hoping to avoid doing. I tried to keep reminding myself that he deserves to have fun and not have me bugging him for what 97% of the time is a false alarm!
So yay! I survived a night alone! [img]smileys/smilies_13.gif[/img]