My only real termination wasn't my choice. I was given three weeks notice. I tried really hard to say everything I wanted to say so there was nothing left over at the end.

Those three weeks initially felt like it wouldn't be enough but I was ready for the drama of him leaving his practise to be over by the end.

The hardest part of it for me was that he said he would communicate with my new T and he never did. That hurt the most. He did call the place I was getting therapy from to see if I had signed on with someone else but that was it. I was so hurt by the fact he didn't keep his word.

It took me a long time to get over that loss, though. I never had any romantic transference issues, but it was difficult to mentally let go, even though I just wanted it to be over.