One more thing. When I get down like this the anxiety and insecurity drive me crazy. I let our R own me completely. Any good remedies for this stuff. I am tempted to go get some fresh air. Actually, I am very tempted to go see her (her store is only a block away from my office). I shouldn't, but I am so damn desperate for confirmation that it is okay. How pathetic is that? This going on and on certainly isn't helping. Please ignore my posts today, I could have vented this crap in my journal just as easily.
