I could, but I don't know how much sense it makes...

After three months of working on what would happen if Madame T were to die, I found a place of peace and contentment. I told her I thought I was ready to leave, but I didn't want to. That would have been the best time to terminate. She could have wound it up fairly easily at that point and we would have parted on the best of terms.

Instead, I kept going for a year - drinking the dregs, I guess. They were bitter. I finally left feeling angry and betrayed. She had nothing left to offer me. I no longer had a problem she was able to help me with. She WAS my problem.