The dreaded conversation was had. What I love about therapy is that I can walk in and start to cry and I don't have to feel the need to immediately explain why. I've learned to take my time there and put words to my feelings. It may seem, here, that I do this effortlessly. But sometimes it takes forever to write a particularly difficult post.
HippyChick asked if he apologized. No and I didn't really expect or need him to. I was able to tell him that I was angry and he heard that. That's actually pretty huge for me. There is a part of me, a very needy and angry part that I've hidden away for a very long time (well, okay, she does like to write blogs sometimes, this part) which is slowly coming into contact with other human beings. I'm glad of it, but it also takes a lot of work. I think that that's all I'll say because, really, I've had enough of this processing stuff for today.
I finally applied for a job that HippyChick sent me info on last week. It's another counseling job at a university. I don't know how I feel about short-term work, but other aspects of working at a university seem really good to me. Anyway, I did lot's of revising of resume and coverletter (they are never done) and submitted it. Sometime in the future, they will tell me something.
And that is enough for today, I think. I'm going to surf for a bit, then watch a couple episodes of Big Love. Then I'm going to bed. I want to try out the Temescal Swimming Pool tomorrow, I think. It's been a long time since I've gone swimming and it feels like a nice way to start the holiday weekend.