I'm sitting outside the pet store in my car. I can't go in because tears from session are streaming down my face, but I need to get dog food.

I wonder how I have come to this, a woman sobbing in the front seat over someone ( T) who doesnt even care about her except as 1of 40 patients yet coaxes for confidences and trust, while the wonderful man who does love me in real life is far from mind . I dont know if I can go on with therapy,even though it has helped me in many concrete ways. I dont know how it is possible to talk about intimate things and have no feelings. about the other person, except oh for 45 minutes.