My first therapy session ever went really well, and it was just in time. She seems very nice, her name is Constance and we got along well. I was afraid it would be what you see on TV but it wasn’t at all. She didn’t just watch the clock and ask me what I thought. We engaged in a very helpful conversation. My homework is when I hear a statement that I might find hope in to ask her to be more specific. It makes sense, my thing has been that I liked the vague statements because what was said gave me hope that one day it might all work out.
I spent the evening trying not to assume or jump to conclusions. Why would she invite him to something she never invited me to? Today quite publicly I found out it was all true. Now what to do?
Nothing. It hurts, physically causing pain in my chest, but there is nothing that can be done. Facing the reality is not easy. I’m going to try not to beat myself up about it and trust that in a few years I will be ok.