Two months ago I left my therapist of seven years. I was crazy about her and her aloofness left me angry and frustrated. I came to believe that she didn't care. I am now more convinced than ever that she didn't. It is a business for these people and we their words about unconditional love, intimacy are just that, words. It is painful to have left, knowing that I will never see her again and that my appointment slot was quickly filled. But I am working through the reality slowly but surely, with ups and downs. The very fact that she will never seek me out to see how I am doing proves my point -- we care for them much more than they care about us.