Andrew is coming to visit for Thanksgiving.  He’ll be here for a week.

Normally I would just be happy about this.  I should just be happy about this.  If I were normal, if I didn’t have this relationship with someone that I just can’t get out of my head, if I weren’t basically a cheater.

But instead I’m worrying, wondering if he’ll go through my computer.  Biting my nails over the fact that he might discover something I don’t want him to see.   Continue reading