I sort of feel like my sentiments for my T belong here too. Yes, I do have a love for my T, but at least at this moment it isn't a put him on a pedastal, head over heels, gaga for him kind of thing.

And I don't think I've ever felt hate for him. To me, hate is such a strong word. I generally don't go there. I tend to save hate for murderers, rapists, racists, instigators of genocide, etc. Fortunately, T doesn't fit those categories.

Generally what I feel is a great appreciation and respect for him, and that's a pretty steady place for me. I appreciate his time and attention and deep care which has been extensive over the years. I appreciate and respect his skills. I appreciate and respect his honesty. I appreciate our good rapport with each other. Stuff like that. All good, secure, comfortable stuff for me I guess.