Whew boy, therapy twice a week is what I need but emotionally exhausting.
I feel like Kevin right now.
Today, about 30-40 min in
(so I had been crying and in a daze for at least 25 min) she asked me to tell her what brings me joy.
"Ummm....."
Insert about 28 seconds of silence as I try to decide whether or not to say "obsessively and not very respectfully lusting after professional footballers while also enjoying reading stories about them falling in love with their teammates (and occasionally women) and of course watching their matches and enjoying the spectacle of the beautiful game, but most of all making friends who are equally obsessed with all of these things and discussing our love for all of this." ..... nah
"Soccer."