Except you did, bro.
And you didn’t do it and then didn’t care that I hated it and felt hurt by it.
Here’s something for you to go talk to a neutral therapist (not one of your coworkers) of your own about:
Why did you think it was ok to jump me with a surprise termination, especially when I’d texted you about if you still wanted to be my therapist and you told me we’d talk about it in my next session. You didn’t say you were going to terminate me in that session. Thanks for that surprise. Especially after I studied therapeutic ruptures and you had no clue what I was talking about. Nice job, Radford.
Why did you think it was acceptable to terminate me on the December day that was my traumatic Mormon anniversary, which I’d talked to you about. You remember that I told you I’d never talked with anybody about that until I talked to you about it. And that made you think it would be good to abandon me on that anniversary. I can’t imagine hating a client enough to do that to them.
And I told you men have been abusive and abandoned me at Christmas time, so of course you took that to mean you had permission to do the same thing they had done to me. Again, if a client shared that with me, my reaction wouldn’t be to pile more trauma on them at a time of year when they told me they were vulnerable.
And so much more. But I don’t want to think about it more than that right now. But this is why when I think of you I get sad and I usually have to yell,
Fuck you!