Taking a break from T. Sad.

YES. I so know this feeling.

And the weird thing is, sometimes miracles happen.

Things started falling apart with my T in January, and by March or April it was BAD. Bad, bad, bad. T was so caught up in the drama himself that he wasn't able to help me, and I was so lost and had no idea how to move through it.

When I finally quit in June, it was SUCH a relief. Like you said, just not having that drama however-many-days a week was an improvement, regardless of everything else and how sad the whole thing was.

And now it's August, and we're reconnecting. And it's different than it was, but it's okay. And it's starting to feel safe. And T can clearly see where he messed up, and can hear how it made me feel and can help me work through it, I think. We're sort of at the starting point of that.

I don't think I'll ever see him twice a week again or have the same intense relationship with him that I did. But what I do have is good.

It can happen. And it can take a long time. And it's hard and it hurts.

I'm sorry you're in the middle of it right now