Broke up with my therapist today. Boy, was that ugly. Really Ugly.
The only satisfaction I have right now is knowing that I was right: she had not done one moment of research on infertility and its potential impact before I sent her those links last week. So much for respecting your client's experience. And informing yourself about it, too.
She thought she knew all she needed to know about it.
There's far more to tell, far more, but I'm exhausted.
She just called my cell, too, but that -- along with the story -- will wait for tomorrow, I think.