T, the reality of us living in the same small town has finally hit me. Our encounters thus far have been pleasant and professional, but today was different. I'm blaming myself for being in the same place at the same time you and your husband were having a major disagreement. I shouldn't feel guilty for that, it was happenstance. Literally I turned the corner at Target and there you were and you saw me. We locked eyes and I couldn't get away. You've seen the not so great sides of me and I willingly pay you for it, but I'm not supposed to see your bad, real-life moments. I shouldn't be sorry, but I feel like somehow I intruded, so I am. Hopefully this doesn't make Wednesday's session awkward.