Today, in therapy, I was happy. I couldn't help it. I have a date next month that my husband will be moving out by. I am thrilled! We are getting separated. This has been a long time coming and I have worked hard to get here and been through h*ll and back. And it's almost happening, and I feel like I can't keep the smile off my face. I shared that with T today. He said it is OK to come here and grin. And he smiled with me.

I really had a feeling of being taken care of today in therapy. T called our child specialist while I was there, and they conferred, professional to professional, while I heard one side of the conversation. They are working as a team to do their best for my family (and me). I just felt so taken care of. He said, you wouldn't get this in a regular divorce, what just happened (after he hung up). I know, I said. And I gave him some verbal pats and kudos.

Later I showed him two possible covers for my book and he helped me choose. He was really supportive about the book, and it felt good to share that with him. (I have never shared anything so practical, so "real," so mundane with him, from my professional life. It was OK!) When he was looking at the proofs, I went over to his couch and sat next to him, so we could look at them side by side. Later I thought, hmmmm, maybe that was kind of invasive, but honestly, I would do that to anyone. So I was just treating him like a normal person, not some special T who has special boundaries around him. That felt good too. He has told me more than once before that he is just a normal guy. After we were done with the proofs, I went back to my couch across from him. It was fine.

At the end, spontaneously, he said he'd like to show me a photo, and he got out his laptop and showed me a 15 year old photo of him and his mom and brothers and sisters. A very handsome family. And we talked about family for a while, and some other stuff going on for him. It was a session with some really nice moments.

I liked that I could share being happy with him. Usually I share sorrow or unhappiness or being stuck or frustrated, or even anger. But not joy or happiness.

If I am happy, does that mean I don't need to go to therapy anymore?