Talked with new T on the phone last night.

Well, he wasn't quite the monster I thought him to be. He didn't growl and gnash his teeth - he laughed.

He didn't say, "You stupid stupid thing, why do you STILL need therapy?" He said, "I think we might just learn from each other."

He didn't dump me when he realized I have major trust issues. He said, "I feel honored you'd choose me when you have every reason not to."

So.

Monday night, 6pm, we do the deed. The interviews are over (five so far) and though I am hating the idea of going back to T, its necessary, and he seems like the lesser of all the evils.

Ya'll might want to pray for him. . .