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May 09, 2012, 11:54 AM
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Member Since: Nov 2008
Posts: 15,166
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dear T2,
a month ago I took a chance, opened up and told you something very difficult, how much I value being the last of your appts on the day I come, and I remember your saying that I could keep that. I wonder if you know how much that meant to me.
I wonder, because last week when I came out there was a Ms Next waiting and instead of walking with me to the door as you have done all these months, you stopped next to her, and I turned away and went out alone. 
It made me feel like - well, what I probably really am - just one more in line. And from now on I have to watch the clock even more than I did before, lest I run over someone else's time. I'm really hurt and disappointed, ashamed of being either, and totally disgusted with myself. Just who did I think I was, anyway?
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