I just met my boyfriend 5 weeks ago. (We are in our 40s) We just moved in together. We haven't told any of our friends or family. They'd freak.

I am deathly afraid of grasshoppers. If I see one anywhere near me I slowly back away, getting out of the possible line of flight. This pic gives me willies.

I would rather jump out a second story window than be in the same room as a bee or wasp.
I'm that scared of them.

If I don't move away for work this summer, I think I'm going to just kill myself. I'd rather be dead than take the people, pressure, and paranoia here anymore.

Sometimes I lie in bed next to you and cry thinking to myself do I really deserve you or is it just pretend. Do you really love me?