Lol, idk if you knew about my post in which she did come hang out in my dorm room, but if not, that sure is a coincidence you’d pick that example. She didn’t just show up though, I invited her. So there is a difference there in that she did not invade my space. Nonetheless the boundaries and attachment was very confusing. In my last session, she told me she could no longer provide me with the “service” because in order to provide the service, there needs to be strict boundaries (some of which are irreparable, like driving by her house). I asked, “So that’s all the relationship was then, a service?” “You know that’s not true”, she answered. So I said, “But when the service ends, everything else has to end too.” She didn’t answer that statement, but if I could go back in time, I wish she would have said the caring won’t end, even if we never see/talk to each other again. I don’t know why I’m talking about the last session here, but I’ve had some vivid memories of it last night and replayed it in my head, which was most certainly not helpful. I cried a bit and woke up throwing up - maybe my body just really needed to let go of some of the grief.