Three weeks ago, I vowed to stop
worrying about Andy dumping me. I convinced myself that I could live without
him if he didn't like me. This meant changing my whole life style. I found
I had no sense of humor if I couldn't make jokes about Andy leaving me.
I spent half as much time doing the laundry because I didn't iron his T-shirts
and underwear. And my clothes fit better.
For two weeks, I stood tall, like a stork in water, with nothing to do but
spend the day switching the fragile leg I stood on.
But tonight, at this restaurant, some woman comes over to our table and
begins fawning over Andy. Suddenly I become jealous, and slouch down in
my chair, and Andy seems like a huge monster holding me up in the palm of
his hand, ready to drop me at any moment, and I feel more secure than I
have in weeks.
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