How much of the work that we've done is beneficial, and how much has been self-serving? Have I just been blinded by your empathy and unconditional positive regard to see that you were engaged in our work for YOU?

I'm not sure if I want to yell at you or cry. I need to protect myself, but the idea of finding another T frightens me. It was hard enough to admit that I needed a T again in the first place. And now this?

Saturday cant come soon enough.