Dear T , We seem to have lived our way into a corner by pushing boundaries too far. Four hour phone calls and texting back and forth all day made me feel exceptionally special at first, but now I wonder if something isn’t well with you. You’re a respected trauma psychologist, and you’re married with tween girls. Where do you find so much time to text me so steadily. What do they think you are doing? You say you and your wife no longer sleep together. Should I even know that? I do love that we can read psychoanalytic books together and discuss them- fulfilling. But it reminds me of the BPD idea of FP even though I don’t have BPD. It’s like I’m your Favorite Person and you are almost mine. I fear this will end badly, here in year four.