Daisy and Therapy
I went to therapy yesterday with Linda. Linda is my therapist and has been now for over 3 years. Linda is bright, and smart enough to not allow me to con her into talking about things that don't matter. My first therapist had me talking about her breasts at one point. I realized then that was the end of my therapy. Frankly, as a gay man, her breasts were about the last thing I wanted or needed to discuss. Yesterday, the discussion rambled around my vacation. And it also came around to discussing my openness to have someone in my life that would make me their priority as she feels I have done so often for others. I have always had a feeling of being alone. Not a bad feeling, but except for years with Harry, I have not had someone in my life that I thought I was a priority with. Frankly, even in Harry's life I knew I was not numero uno. I knew there was Harry as it should be, and other things took precedence from time to time, including Daisy. I met Harry in Florida. But since ou