I went to my 2nd therapy session. The therapist saw me and the mister the first time and then *requested* I come alone for the 2nd meeting…it’s official…I’m a loon! LOL!
It was PAINFUL. I mean really fucking painful. The mister waited in the waiting room to support me when it was all over (he’s really a sweetheart…sometimes).
We talked about my mom (youch!) and my dad too (more youch!) I carry those scars deep and they impact aspects of my life I hadn’t noticed. I’m trying to work on forgiveness and I’m struggling a lot.
I’m just emotionally bruised right now. Trying to get to a safe place. A place of love and trust.