She was all of those good things for three and a half years though. She was so good I thought she'd always be there if I needed her. She spoke about what would happen if she moved away, that she is someone who would continue phone sessions if I needed that. I really thought she'd always be there for me for as long as I needed her. When I started seeing her, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't even pick up the phone and make a call. I met her and liked her so much instantly. I just...knew who she was and I liked her a lot. She's seen me through so much, and helped me to change so much. She was warm, open, supportive, and everything else. She was the one good thing in my world that I had that stayed really consistent and good and helpful. She was stable and I became attached to her, after never being attached to even family members (that I remember). I wished I mattered to her like she mattered to me...but it was okay. She did everything she could for me.

And now this?

I just don't understand. There were no warning signs. Everything was perfect. It really was.