I guess it just feels like I'm lying to her, or at least lying by omission when she asks about childhood trauma and I don't tell her about stuff, or like I lead her to believe that my mother and I have (and have always had) a very good relationship...I mean, I told her about my mom kicking me out, but that was very brief and we didn't talk much about it. I guess I just worry that I'm misrepresenting my situation or myself and I'm only hurting myself in the long run...like I was so bubbly and chatty and happy and charming today and I could have and wanted to (but didn't) tell her that it was just because I was nervous and trying to make a good impression on her so she would like me, and that usually I'm not so pleasant to be around...part of me wanted to see how she would handle that side of me, but also doesn't trust her enough to show it to her. But I'm sort of cheating myself, because by the time I show her that part of me, I will be so invested in her that even if she doesn't respond well to it, I will probably not want to leave her. That's what happened with old T...