I found on the web where my ex T lives but never, never would show up at his door. A few miles from me in an uppermiddle-class subdivision. So happens this used to be country and the little lake his house is on was one where I and friends used to swim our horses, and had a blast diving off their backs. He works from his office there now instead of in town. I long to tell him about this some day and sit down by the lake and talk, and more therapy with him again, since we can't be friends (sigh)...( little tear, too).
I do have a good T now tho, so grief isn't too bad.