Duo

They have become very accustomed to each other. Friends of a sort, I suppose. Seem to enjoy being in the same space.

I sat on the toilet this morning, with the door open. Moby sat just outside, watching me. Eleanor brushed past him, circled the small room, swiped by him on the other side on her way out. He stirred not at all.

I like leaving the door open when I'm alone, not sure exactly why, but I feel safer. Prefer to close the door even with just D here, and absolutely close it if anyone else is around. Ex considered it an affront if I closed it ever, which felt intimate at first, but quickly became intrusive and oppressive.

Keeping each other's privacy is vital to real intimacy. Openness is lovely, as long as it's freely, mutually agreed, not imposed. Never demanded.

After what will be 25 years in November, I have always been treasured and respected, not to mention listened to, and I have reason to believe he feels the same. I got the better of the deal, though. No matter what D says. He's got me, I've got him. No contest, I won.