Dear Old T,

I can't even read your last email to me. It's like I don't want to close that chapter, even though I know it became unhealthy.

Sometimes I miss that ambiguous, weirdly unprofessional space that we were in -


- even though I know it was wrong of you and that you could get in trouble for it.

I'm still a bit protective of you.


I don't quite tell New T how many sessions we actually had.


I have been slowly telling her how enmeshed we were, though.


I've read about worse, on these forums.

But just because I've read about worse, doesn't mean it wasn't bad.


Do you even realize that any of it was "bad," Old T?

Or are you still in your delusional fantasy-land, painting it as all good, because I "needed" that much therapy?

Do you think you "re-parented" me?

Did you "re-parent" me?

Or did you just screw me up even more?