She would send me texts with heart emojis on them, tell me how much she cared, told me to text and call as much as I wanted, told me I was special.
I’m sure she cared somewhat. It was 8 years of therapy but I certainly drank the kool-aid back then and it seemed like that relationship was the center of my life back then. It was way too much. I own my part in it-I was like a needy little kid. I want her to own her part that she didn’t keep good boundaries and gave me too much. She would probably never admit to that. Why am I thinking about this.
Jersey just stop.