Dear T: I am sorry I texted you today. I am sorry for bothering you so much. Please don't be so nice and say I'm not bugging you. I know I am. But I can't stop myself. I can't stand these feelings. I know that going through this process is a commitment. I feel like on the one hand, that I have been very committed. But I also on the other hand feel like I have disappointed you and it makes me want to cry because I cannot realistically afford to come weekly all the time. I've just never felt feelings like these before and I am so confused and I am worried that you are mad at me and I have that feeling in my tummy like I did when we had that one rupture a couple or so years ago. When I get there on Saturday I am not sure I will be able to look you in the eye. I can see it now. Walking from my car I will find my shoes to be the most fascinating thing I have ever seen and will look at them the whole way to your door and to the couch. I am already afraid to look at you. You hate me now, don't you. Admit it. You're going to say you can't work with me anymore and try to dump me off on someone else. Oh please don't do that t. I can't start over. I can't. I won't. I was doing SO WELL and now I have devolved into the pathetic creature that texted you today. I am sorry, t. So sorry. You deserve better than me in a client. I hope my coworker called you. She can replace me.