It was 30 minutes of T's eye rolls, deep sighs, and misunderstandings, followed by an agreement (reached in exasperation) to stop talking about the clearly broken therapeutic relationship and move on to my "regular life" (little things like me getting engaged, moving to a new country, blending families, changing careers, returning to school...). Twenty minutes later, I knew I truly disliked who she was as a person and that she was a very poor fit for who I am now. Emailed her with a sincere thanks for the two years, congrats on going private, and goodbye. She didn't acknowledge.