Tomorrow is the day!
T is back and I have an appointment!

So why do I think it's a good thing that I didn't call him even once? Somewhere within the tangled web of fantasy and idealization I know that he is my therapist now and forever but my life is mine alone. The fantasy of owning him, being with him all the time, wrapping my arms around him, snuggling in his lap, having him read me a story are just that--fantasies from the infant who doesn't want to separate from her source of comfort. I challenge her now to find some adult satisfaction in her therapy.