Tomorrow is the day, soon to be former t.

I can't bear to see you in person. I'm gonna have to mail it in, literally. I'm sure a part of you is expecting this. For once, I didn't reply to your texts and emails in the matter of minutes. I don't need to hear why you lied or fudged the truth, because I wouldn't believe it anyway. There is a small part of me that hopes this hurts you as much as it does me and then I realize that I need to let that go. I'm doing this for me, because you've helped me with as much as you can. Because of our lack of boundaries, you may find it difficult to really dive into the issues and because you violated my trust.

That's a deal breaker. It's time to let you go- you may even want this yourself. Our sessions were no longer fun, they felt like work as opposed to what they were before: two friends hanging out. This drained you, I could tell. I heard the ambivalence in your voice during our last phone call and I felt bad for you. You avoided the topic until the last minute and I could see you didn't wanna go there.

I have to let you go. Tomorrow is the day.