when we had our rupture last summer, after two appointments on one friday (one in the morning, one in the afternoon), T called me (unexpectedly) Saturday afternoon and we talked for an hour. I am used to having long conversations with my friends and family on the phone since high school (altho not so much lately, times have changed for us too!), so a phone call is automatically comforting to me. This call with T was very good. Because he was NOT looking at me, and it was rather a sensitive subject, I did feel more free to say things that would have been more difficult in person, and that is probably why he called. This past Wednesday, I never made it to session, which NEVER happens, except in my dreams! I was still kind of sick, I think, from the bronchitis. Anyway, as I was calling T's cell (about 5 times!) to tell him I was gonna be late, then that I was gonna be really late, then that I gave up, he said, do you just want to talk on the phone? Well, I didn't because I was outside and I still had to call to cancel the taxi, so it wasn't like I could just TALK right THEN. So he asked if there was anything he should know about that was happening (ie why I was acting so strangely, so out of character for me) and I said no, and he believed me, we said I sounded sad or something. Anyway, yeah, it USED to be really weird on the phone between us, like getting a call from the president or something, but I think since our long call, and that whole incident in which I finally came to trust him (even tho i'd been seeing him already for 4+ years), the phone finally became really okay, it's JUST him, like just a friend, on the other end.