We go back a long way, Worry and I. And honestly, we should never have gotten involved. I knew it was a bad idea from the very start of our relationship. Our rocky, irrational, dysfunctional, exhausting relationship.
Before we met, I was acquainted with a few of Worry’s more subtle, less pushy friends... Concern, Apprehension, Unease. All slightly annoying, like the beginning of a bad cold or teenagers laughing during the sad part of a movie. But not debilitating. Not paralysing. I didn’t obsess over them. They never tried to dictate my thoughts or run my life.