Dear Ex-T #1.

I'm kind of hating you right now, and hating myself for not getting out sooner. You ended up being just as terrible as all those other Ts. I was right to not get attached.

Dear Ex-T #2 (from before):

You seemed so promising. I liked you! But why did you always keep your phone out and check your texts while I was talking? Why couldn't you just *listen* to me? Even though you made me worse, and even though you think that all I do is "write bad things about therapists online" - I kind of miss you. And I miss the fuzzy wallpaper that is long gone, and throwing the sparkly ball back and forth, and the funny pillow that didn't match anything else in your office. Boo.