Thank you.

My T left private practice. He told me six months prior that he was leaving private practice and was letting his patients know to give him time to transfer them all to a new T.

I didn't want to. Then I did. Then I said I was done. I didn't like the replacement T, and I didn't want to go through pulling my guts out every fortnight.

Then I cried. God, I cried every day for months.

The final day was awful. Of course he was very nice, and said all the right things, but it still hurt. I felt like I was in a dream.

Then I was numb. Then I cried for months again.

Oh gee... this sucks.

If I had met him elsewhere, I'm sure he'd be the one for me, but of course, that's just my projection, probably.