You let me dream of you, but you make me afraid, terrified, crawling back to you. I feel the same way I did with my AT. It was like walking on eggshells, always. You know, you are right, mostly, but the way you tell me about it is so harsh. I wonder if I deserve that, or it’s just me being used to being talked to softly. I wonder why I deserve this. You say that you are just trying to be honest with me. But I feel like I can hardly share anything with you, because you come in with really strong criticism of most of the things I do. It’s really hard. I want to learn to be better, but it’s hard to do it when much of what I say is met with such strong criticism. I try to be gentle with you. I wonder if I have just been living a comfortable life, hence this feedback is so hard to take. Not sure. Also, you are rarely loving. Much less than before. I know you warned me that you are going through a tough time. I mean… it’s tough for me, too, you know. I guess I’m supposed to stick around. I have to say I have had some thoughts otherwise. It’s really-really difficult for me to stick around when I’m so incredibly uncomfortable. I don’t know. It’s hard. Anyway. It is what it is.