The very very abbreviated summary:

Me: That was brutal. (Talks about how brutal that was.)

Also me: (lots of crying)

Me again: And...AND...it sucks that I can't even stress eat all of the Almond Joys out of the Halloween bowl because I feel so sick to my stomach.

T finally chimes in, probably figuring it's finally safe to have a conversation now that I am not hugging my knees and there's no more water coming out of my eyes.

A conversation about the trash can, which is still not in the right place.
Me: It's still not in the right place.
T: I move it over there when I see you on the schedule.
Me: Seriously, it was always on my side when I started coming. You'd think by this time I'd have figured out it is over there now.
T: (laughs)

Discussion about the ways people show their true nature, then T says nice stuff about people being true to who they are, and the ways she sees me doing that.

Time to go, so we talked about Christmas stockings, boots, and other non-therapy stuff, which helped me get out the door with my people face on.