I'm not used to being alone in my head anymore. I'm not used to living with doubt. I live with fear, but not with doubt. In random passing, I told my first bondmate what my worst fear is. He did not comment, it being only a passing reference, but perhaps it'll serve to warn him off trying anything stupid.
I think things are good -- he tells me, now, beforehand, when he's going to be out, because I've let him know I appreciate it.
Now to let him know how very much it would mean to me to see him for my birthday.