As I may have mentioned I have a lovely glorious week off.  F doesn't however as he has just started his new job.  He is now working shifts and I have to get used to him working evenings and nights as well as days.  Some weeks I will see very little of him...  This week I would only have seen him one evening after work and the weekend....  Except I took the week off.
Yesterday he left me at midday and returned home this morning.  This change has made me realise how dependent I am on him.  Not to do things for me, but as company and a rock.  In my late teens a few things happened to me and I became a little agoraphobic.  I don't think I am agoraphobic really now but I think I will always have this tendency.
In the old job he would have two late finishes a week and he would work every other Sunday.  These Sundays would always be days when I would have trouble getting myself going.  Getting out of the house can take a fair bit of will power.  Getting out when I am by myself takes either purpose or determination.  Work or existing arrangements get me out no problem but if I don't HAVE to go out then, I tend not to.  I can slowly turn into a hermit.  Sometimes I have when I haven't been working.
I have so many things I want to do this week though, I don't want to waste it.  Last night it was getting towards 7 and I started to get cross with myself.  So I grabbed Little Dog and we went and walked round a local reservoir for an hour.  She had a whale of a time and I enjoyed myself to, although i didn't bound around like she did....
If I enjoy going out so much, why is it still so hard to get out by myself?
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