I’ve never been overly emotional but when Mr. D woke me to kiss me goodbye I teared up. We haven’t had to be apart at all since he moved in. It surprised me to awaken to such feelings of loss. I laid in bed after he left for work thinking about my responses to him. It’s still new to me.
I guess it is part and parcel of the baby girl he is cultivating in me. I feel more vulnerable with him and yet safer. Sometimes I resist it, sometimes I embrace it. No matter how I respond, I know he has my heart.