A couple weeks after Dan visited DC it was my turn to go back home to see him. My long distance boyfriend was happy to have me in our comfortable space. I was glad to be home too. All of my personal possessions were there and it felt good to make sure everything was ‘okay’ in person.

The condo I had bought two years ago wasn’t much, less than 600 square feet, but it was mine. After almost three years on the road I had grown accustomed to the clean uncluttered feel of hotel rooms. My condo decorating reflected that, especially in the living/dining room. Simple and cozy.

Dan had keys to my abode and was able to look after the place for me. He had turned it into his daily nap spot. After a reasonable drive from the airport I was getting settled in and taking stock of the place.

As my eyes scanned the room I realized that the sliding door to my garden level patio was open. Over dramatically my mind lept to intruders. I cautiously approached the other two rooms looking for signs of life or missing/broken items. Luckily all seemed to be in order.

It dawned on me that Dan must have left the door open. I was mad. How could I trust him with keys to my place if he was going to be careless? I didn’t have a lot to take but what I did I would definitely miss. With large gaps in between coming back home I felt vulnerable and a little taken advantage of.

When Dan came over after work I had had a few hours to stew. Worked up and ready to express it right when he walked in the door (with his key). My cool reception of him gave me away immediately. I jumped on the topic of the open door and my lack of sense of security in having him at my place if he wasn’t more careful. His side was that it was an accident pure and simple.

After our mild fight we had make up sex. The next morning Dan said he felt me wanting him to commit to family (which he knew I wanted) or at least to some relationship milestone of commitment both of which he was worried he wasn’t ready for.

The truth of it was I had been searching his eyes for evidence he was ‘the one’. It was something I hadn’t found. More than anything I discovered my trust in him diminished. That sensation followed me back to DC.

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