Today I told T I was po'd at him last night and he said you don't need a reason to be pissed off at your therapist! He was letting me know it was ok. I told him I was mad at the world too. Then we talked around a number of things including his favorite topic--my confusion....and I can't remember what he said about it.

The whole time I was holding onto the toss pillow he keeps on the couch (my new seat). I hugged it, leaned on it, and rested my head on it in front of me. As I was leaving T said, "It looks like you've got a friend there."

Okay, I love him again.