Dear T,
I think something has shifted in my brain. Where I’m not thinking of you in terms of “I wish you could be my partner” or “my friend” or, at times, “my father.” It’s like, I’m thinking of you as my therapist. And appreciating you in that role. It has its limitations for sure. But I can also just sit in your office and cry my eyes out and it’s OK. You take my money as payment for your time and that’s OK. I can’t know all kinds of details about your life, and that’s OK. Your role is to support me and help me learn to support myself. It’s like...un-transference. I’m not sure if this will last, but it’s kind of nice right now. To not have the longing for what I wish you could be but to just appreciate you for who and what you are to me. Perhaps I’ll share this on Monday.
Love,
LT