Where I confess what a scaredy cat, wimp I've turned into

I've never really been a skittish person.  I went through a stage when I was little where I was afraid of the dark but besides that I've never really been someone that gets scared easily.  Mike's had to leave for work a few times (mostly in Oklahoma) and I've never liked him being away but that is usually because his absence makes extra work for me and because I like having him around.  Being scared to be alone in my house has never really been an issue for me.  

Well, Mike is gone for the next few days.  It's the first time since Laila passed away that he's been gone all night.  Honestly, I've had enough frightening experiences happen to me in the last six months to last a lifetime.  They are experiences that I don't feel appropriate to talk about on here but just know that they have been frightening and real and are not irrational.   

So, now Mike is gone and evening is coming and I have to face my fears and hope all is well.  Probably it will be.  I asked him if he could just tell his boss that his wife is a bit of a psycho path right now and needs him home.  Apparently everyone thinks a few cadets on probation that can make a few hoops are more important than a scaredy cat wife.  

I obviously disagree.  

I ought to just re-name my blog "Tales of the Fearful Woman" or something with all my new acquired fears.