Waiting

I have never been a patient person, and I have reminded myself of that tonight. I am sitting here waiting for Theresa and Bryon to arrive. I know that they were heading out after Bible study tonight in Port Alberni, so I knew that they wouldn't get here until at least eleven. I started looking out the window at nine thirty. Growing up I didn't seem to suffer from OCD but I do now. I compulsively look out the window or door every couple minutes when I am expecting someone and it drives me crazy. I wish I didn't do this, but I do. And if someone is later than I expect I start to worry about them being in an accident. This I had when I was a kid. If my parents were late getting home from work or a meeting it was because they had been in a horrible accident and the police were going to show up at the door at any minute to tell my sister and I. Now I am that way with Andy. But now I expect either the police or his boss to show up.

I hate unrealistic fears!!!