Dear MC,
Aww, you called me without my even asking you to. I felt maybe a little silly being like, "Actually I think everything is OK now," but it was nice to hear you say you were glad to hear that. And just to hear your voice. And you could have just been like, "OK, well, since you're OK...and gotten off the phone, but you still talked to me for a couple minutes and reassured me that it was OK I sent the texts and that it was normal to be worried about. Of course you had to say your usual thing about how I got through it, even though I was anxious. And of course I tried to throw in all those "but I should have done x, and not done y" but you called me on that. Even though in my head, I was weak to reach out to you multiple times instead of just handling on my own or just talking to H. But at the same time, it's not like I called you when I was crying at 3 a.m. So yeah, I guess I did manage. Is it weird that in some ways I do want to be dependent on you, to need you to get through something like this? I mean, obviously, that's paternal transference going on there. It's like I'm scared to believe I can handle things on my own...so there's a topic for T next week I guess.

But anyway, even though I wish you'd texted or e-mailed earlier, when I was really in the dark place...thanks for calling. It shows you really do care.

Love you,
LT