I've been having moments of panic, and terror and loneliness and worry like what have I done to him? To me? Can I really take care of myself as well as I always thought.
I'm crying as I write this because I'm scared.
I'm also terrified that I will give in to him and let things go back to the way they were. I'm weak.
I still haven't seen him yet, but I know that when he comes here to get his stuff I will want to take it all back because he will guilt me.
He will cry and say he still loves me but I don't want to give in.
I need this. I need this.
I don't know how to tell my therapist about this on Friday. I feel she will think it was a bad idea. But she would be wrong.