Paranoid or Not
I shared my concerns with friends, hoping they might see my point. Instead, they laughed and called me paranoid.
They insisted it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. At home, my husband tried to reassure me.
‘It’s just bad wiring,’ he’d say when I pointed out the odd occurrences. He wanted me to relax, but his dismissals only added to my unease.
I started wondering if I really was seeing things.