I have told her that when I am not there, I fear her, her knowledge (of the psyche & of me), her power, which can probably be used to twist me like a rag & throw me out of the window before I could even see it coming, much less protect myself (she nodded, I was not happy to see that even if she just meant "I'm listening")

but that when I SEE her, when I interact with her, I do not fear her.

Well, on one level, that's true.
Then again there is that tote bag.

Last time I saw her I reminded her that for the first 18 months, we met in a classroom and sat on two corners of a long U shaped table. Now there's not even a coffee table between us.
She didn't say anything.