She probably didn't really want to drop me, or talk about specifically how bad of a client I am. I just liked her and had/have that major fear of abandonment especially when I felt like I was frustrating her last summer--switching all my appointments to phone appointments so I could spend the day drinking and answer the phone at 2pm crying the whole hour being resistant to any treatment. She probably was frustrated by that, but obviously was determined to help. At one point she helped me get into medical detox/rehab, and she even picked me up when I got discharged. I was doing well. She complimented my pants, and things between us just seemed a lot better.