It was one of those moments.
Those moments when you waver. You confront your fears. You find out who you really are.
One of those moments when someone knocks on your door at 10:30 p.m.
And you try to decide whether you should answer. If you should hide.
Or do you end up unexpectedly screaming at the top of your lungs for your husband to wake up? Four times. With gradually increasing volume.
I guess I learned that I don’t want to confront my fears alone.