Friday's session was supposed to be lighter. We were supposed to do questions and answers or a game. I chose not to do a game because of the virus (social distancing, masks, touching pieces, etc.) made things more difficult. We were supposed to start with questions and answers, but it was me who didn't want to. I was afraid that wouldn't feel connecting enough, so I tried telling her about my pain dealing with non-in-person sessions. That's when everything went downhill. I just thought if I could address that hurt, I might feel more connected. I thought the conversation would only last half the session, but it ate up the whole time.

She hurt me, yes. But I was the one who messed the session up. And now I have 4 more weeks of drowning in my own sorrow.