I haven't seen my T since writing this thread (I will on Wed), but have an update of sorts.

Last night I woke up to the sound of someone trying to break into my house. I totally panicked. At first I couldn't see anyone at the door (the porch light wasn't on), but later saw someone walking briskly away. The person was at the door for a good 10 minutes. I called the police and about an hour later, I got a call from an officer saying they found the person. He was just drunk and didn't know where he was, according to the cop.

Long story short, I emailed my T in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep. She was one of the first people I thought to contact. My husband was first woken up by my 911 call. He kept asking why I didn't wake him up; I think I was just too panicked.

Now, in the light of day, I feel a little weird about writing my T. I mean, I get why I did it, and it really illustrates for me what is so hard about leaving her.