I want to stop being a passive aggressive child with him. I want to stop acting out and playing manipulative mind games. I want to stop texting him in between sessions, and I want to stop freaking out if for some reason I have to ever skip an appointment. This poor man... The **** I make him go through makes me weep.

“I’m good at loving books. I’m good at loving soft bed sheets. I’m good at loving coffees and teas. I am good at loving things that can’t love me back, that don’t have the power to leave. And maybe, that’s why I love them.”