THURSDAY (make up work)

I finally outright missed a day of posting. I didn't even think to post before leaving for work because I assume I'd get home in plenty of time. In actuality helped the roommate house sit for a friend last night and after we shared a good bottle of wine I was in no mood for heading home. It struck me though quite abruptly that I didn't want to be away from him. I've grown so accustomed to our co-habitation that I miss him when he's gone, and that in itself scares the hell out of me. Never one to stay in one place to long I know he is unhappy here, and I am not sure if his continued presence stems from a lack of options on his part or a commitment to me. Every time he mentions somewhere else he'd like to go or how he'd like to take off I get a stitch in my chest, a sudden panic that makes me dread being left behind. I don't know what to think about it really. I hate to think that companionship has now become one of my other dependencies. If that is the case I'd rather stick to heavy drinking.