I just wanted to take the time to follow up on this. A kind of happy ending. After corresponding back and forth a few times regarding our mutual unhappiness over how things ended, we ended up meeting for a final session last friday. The anger and the discomfort were gone, and in there place were honesty and empathy. We mutually agreed that we cared about each other, and had an honest connection, and though we could have easily gone on to do a lot of good work together, things would have inevitably got complicated. My therapist rightly pointed out that it was his job to look out for my best interests. He'e ethically bound to do so. And he knew that we couldn't continue to work together. He apologized for his behaviour at our previous session, noting that we had both been upset, and that he should have handled it much differently. We both stated how much we hated that we were doing the right thing.

I left feeling sadness for the loss, but also feeling proud, for having sought a better ending and finding it. It's not something I would have been able to do before starting therapy. I'm also impressed with my T. He took the high road, and was humble enough to admit he was human.

So...I don't have a therapist, but I do have courage. And peace. Things could be worse.