Hey all. I shared on here that I terminated with my therapist of 10 years not because I wanted to, but because he's leaving a group practice to start a solo practice and will no longer be in-network with my insurance. I cannot afford to see someone out of network, so I ended things with him with as much agency and empowerment as possible, and he arranged to transfer me to a therapist in the group he's leaving. Initially, I wanted to wait until February, when the old therapist would be gone, to see the new therapist, because I didn't want to even accidentally see him. But I'm struggling and needed help and support, so I opted to have my initial appointment with the new therapist sooner. So I was there yesterday for my appointment. New therapist's office is downstairs and there's a downstairs waiting room. Old therapist is upstairs and there's an upstairs waiting room. I thought I would probably be able to avoid seeing him. But when I was checking in at the front desk, who should come downstairs to grab something from behind the front desk!?!?!?!??!!? I was stunned and said "Oh, f***" out loud. I couldn't help it. It just came out. He saw me but didn't acknowledge me, as was proper and correct, but oh...it hurt so much to see him. I knew I was taking this risk by not waiting until he was fully gone from that office, but...oof. The intensity of my grief had diminished slightly in the month since our termination, but it everything came rushing back. It sucks. That's all.