the little white house

Shortly before T went away, he was trying very hard to talk with me about how it would be while he was gone. Like a stubborn small child I put my foot down, hid my eyes behind my baseball cap and refused to hear anything about it. That conversation wasn't for me--not at that time. … Continue reading the little white house

anger in absence

Yesterday was week 3 of no T. That's 21 days and 6 missed sessions. For those of you who aren't stuck in attachment/abandonment hell, it's a fucking eternity. It was 3 weeks ago today, right about this exact time, that I got a call from T telling me that he wasn't well enough to be … Continue reading anger in absence