Worst - well there were 2 - the ruptures. #1 when I hung up on her during a phone session where we'd yelled at each other and didn't call her for 3 extremely miserable days. #2 this past summer when things just absolutely imploded and I walked away dazed not really knowing what happened and ended up quitting via email and stayed quit for a week or so before emailing and un-quitting. We somehow worked through both of those and our relationship got stronger both times.

Best - there have been a LOT of bests over the past 6+ years. A really lot. Like, well the working through the two ruptures. And the session where I read my fairy tale to her (I'd re-written my childhood as a fairy tale as a homework assignment) and we sat there laughing so hard at times we were both crying and I could barely read out loud. The phone session where I told her I'd published some of my poems and she squealed her excitement. This past Thursday evening was another one she gave me something so precious by demonstrating that what I want matters. Way too many to try to recount them all here. Therapy has been such an incredible journey thus far.