I am out of practice with being alone. And yet I see it as my natural state, I always have, even though I come from a largish family and I’ve been with someone for most of my adult life. But I do see myself as a solitary. He and I do spend time alone. We have our own rooms. We need it, both of us. But I’m out of the habit of being without him near for long periods of time. I both welcome the opportunity to be apart and shrink from it. I lack courage. At least I think I do. We shall see. I must submit. And be brave.
