Instead I had the worst session. At the end I said I didn't think my T cared about me really (I think he cares about everybody in a general way) which I've said before and he said nothing. After letting the silence go as long as I could I said I guess time is up and he said "well on that note we can pick up there in 2 weeks". He didn't even mention the phone session we had tentatively booked for next monday and were supposed to confirm today. Then as I stood up I said I can't promise I will be here in 2 weeks and he said I will be and I left.
I called 10 minutes later but he didn't answer. I went back 30 min. later and left a note asking him to please call me because I had to get some resolution about this before I left for 2 weeks but I haven't heard from him which means I won't tonight and tomorrow I'll be on an airplane before he gets into his office.
I hate therapy. I hate how much it hurts. I hate how he gets to walk away and have a perfectly fine weekend. I hate that we spent most of the session in silence and he didn't try to help me even though we both know I hate not seeing him and we acknowledge how dependent I am. I hate leaving and hoping I have a fatal car accident or that my plane crashes tomorrow so I can stop being in so much pain.
I think the only resolution there can be for me is to quit therapy and I don't have the guts to do that.