t seems to have forgotten all about what i told her years ago... how during my horribly dark period of depression that he stood by my side and took care of me while i was on short term disability and made sure i got to my pdoc appts and took my meds regularly etc he had to put up with SO much during that really really bleak period. i have not forgotten. and that is one reason why i can't just easily say "I'm going to therapy whether you like it or not and if you have to go, i won't try to stop you". I don't want him to go.

My head is much more clear this evening than it was after getting home from t yesterday. she got me all muddled up inside.