I am often anti-social. I don’t like people much. They gossip, they dig, they make snide remarks, they hurt. I don’t understand people all that well. They confuse me.

I have made a sanctuary of my home. I go there to get away from the rest of the world. I don’t really have many visitors because it is an intrusion into my coccoon of safety.

When I want to be around people, I go to them. I prefer that.

This is hard on a relationship. Warren has said that he is not comfortable in my home…that it does not feel open to him. And it’s true…it’s not. It’s open to me. Granted, it’s a TINY house…it’s very small (less than 500 square feet)…but it could accommodate 2 people if I allowed it to. I don’t.

We meet on neutral ground, always out and away from home. We go to restaurants, movies, plays, concerts…but not at my house.

It is my place to escape when the world around me gets too mean.

I figure, eventually, I’ll feel good enough to share it with him. Really, though, it’s about safety…about having a place to go when everything else gets really bad.

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An afterthought: This should have told me about the relationship. I didn’t feel safe having him in my house. Hmmm….hindsight, you know?