So, still 36 hours to go before my next session. It feels like so long and I'm wanting badly to connect with T. H is seeing him today at 4:00. I was supposed to do some shopping next door while he went and was going to stop by and say, "Hi," with my daughter at the end of H's session, because T said he missed seeing her (hasn't seen her since before I started going almost eight months ago). Last night, I found out I have to watch my nephew, so I can't go. Oh well, no big deal, right? I didn't really think I cared so much about seeing him until this morning. I'm wishing my week away so it can be Tuesday night, just so I can get an hour with him, where I probably won't be able to talk much, and then it will be over and I will be miserable about leaving. He will offer me another Friday call, but I won't be able to accept it, because even though he says he'll do them for free, I told him I'd pay, because he really is earning it, but at the same time, I really can't afford to pay at all. I can't even afford our office sessions, truth be told. But, I can't take his discounts, because I know for a fact that HE cannot afford it and sure, that's his prerogative to offer it me and just trust God that he will be taken care of, but it's too hard for me to not care about this man who is showing me how to be cared about.
So, now I am all in knots, confused about the strength of this need that is obviously very deep and old, but I am not a little girl. I am an adult. I have to take care of myself. The whole idea that he will let me continue in this state and eventually I will have to grow up and leave him is unbearable. It is so heavy, it is unliftable...actually unmovable. I just want to quit right now. I want to text him that I miss him and I need him, but I can't stand feeling that way, so I never want to see him again. All this trauma stuff is making my need for his safe presence so overwhelming. I feel so melodramatic. And I am just stuck for 36 hours trying to decide whether trying to connect by text will make me feel better or just continue to heighten my needing and missing someone I can't really have. I don't hate myself for feeling this way...which is progress of a sort. I just hate that I have let myself need in a way that is so painful.