In just the last few years I've started to realize I have a problem. I'm ok at home when no one is around. My husband leaves for work an hour before I do so weekdays are fine. I rarely go on weekends unless the hubby is out running errands and I know he'll be gone awhile. Sometimes I sit in the bathroom and text him so I know where he is and how much time I'll have. He is aware of my problem but doesn't understand.
My main problem is going away on vacation. I begged out of a cottage weekend with a group of friends, using some lame excuse about work. The thought of spending a week at a cottage with 5 ladies and one bathroom was terrifying. My husband and I went camping for a week recently and I was in agony, feeling sick, unable to enjoy hiking or canoeing. I generally sat around feeling miserable. The outhouse was out of the question. I went once at 3 am by driving to the flush toilets and using a glycerine suppository, praying no one would come into the ladies room the entire time. Now my husband is talking about buying a camper and spending an entire summer doing a cross-country road trip and spending time with family members along the way. No way will I be able to "go" at someone else's house, let alone campgrounds across Canada. I'm at the point of telling him I won't be able to do any travel other than an overnight close to home and this just makes me really sad because I want to go places and do things. Thanks for listening.