shortly, I have been helping a homeless friend from the hospital for about three weeks with food and an ocassional place to stay. This has turned into staying every night for about a week and being around every evening .
I have not even broken away to got on the computer or call one of my good out-of-town friends.
I have been very reluctant to tell him I need more time alone, but yesterday had a conversation with a friend where she brought up my needs, and the decompensation I seem to be experiencing. So he's napping right now and I just wrote him a letter.
This disruption has really thrown me off my staying-well-lifestyle.
At least now I recognize that.
He's paranoid and insecure and in love with me: I'm a little afraid how he'll take my request.
I'm mad a t G-d for putting me in this position right now. I've got enough problems without being forced to assert myself. Poop.