OMG Veiled, I can SO relate to the thing about people showing up at the door. If the doorbell rings, I literally freeze. It drives my husband nuts.

After reading your post, though, I think I know why I react this way. Ever since I moved out of my parents' house, I have feared my brother showing up on my doorstep. Doesn't really matter why he would be there, just that he would. I don't trust myself enough to know how I would handle that. Would I slam the door in his face and then call the police? Or would I attack him in hopes of venting on him enough to get it out of my system? I've always said that if I had a gun and ever saw him again he would end up dead.

So when the doorbell rings (it happens so infrequently), I freeze because subconsciously I guess I am afraid that it might be him.

Geez, this sucks....I don't even want to go back there, to those memories...but now I am...:angry-fla

:die: Thanks f*cking asshole brother of mine!!:angry-fla :angry-fla