Breaking up is hard to do

I have a therapy appointment today. I started therapy a little over a month ago because I was feeling abysmally blue. Unfortunately, I am of little belief that the therapist I have is a fit for me. When I go to see him, it feels more like a chat session than a therapy session. A social hour if you will. I don’t know if it’s him or me who is the culprit. Maybe I am just bad at therapy how Halsey seems to be bad at love.

I wonder if I should have known it would be like this. I have had this therapist before, many years ago when I was a depressed teenager. I would sometimes just sit there for a whole session not saying a word. I don’t do this now. I talk. I just feel I get more out of my gab sessions with my best friend than I do at these appointments.

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Speaking of love, at least from the first paragraph, Tim and I have been texting. I don’t exactly know what I want out of it. I mean, there are some things I miss. He’s always been accepting of me and all of my glory. And I can tell you that as of the last 6 or 7 or 10 years, that seems to be a rarity. I feel he is capable of love because he loves his two children for whom he has full custody. So, I believe he does love me.

I don’t know. Maybe something will happen or maybe it won’t. So far it’s just texts here and there.

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