FauxLiz
Sponsor
I am meeting tomorrow morning with the Dr. that has been my therapist, lifeline, support, sounding block and at times my reason for living for the past four years. He has treated me better then my FOO, he has treated me better really than any friend I have had, established and held boundaries far better than upper management at my last employer and has treated me, honored me, respected me he taught me that I have value, that I deserve more than discards and I don't know how to explain this feeling. Every time I think that this may be the last time I see him for therapy (I am still trying to see if there is something I can do to change things) my eyes start to well up, my breath catches I keep stopping myself because if I am going to finally break down and cry I want it to be in his presence. And the time has come, less than 12 hours and I am lost. I know that there is not anything anyone can do but I guess I am just here for support as I lose the one man I trust in my life. :(:(:dpressed: