Feels like I took a step backwards yesterday. *sigh*

When WW came by she didn’t seem that interested in being there, was in quick and gathered her stuff up and then ready to leave. I felt desperate to talk with her a little, so I asked a few questions about her therapy, she seems to be doing ok. She also stated that “it wasn’t making these visits any easier,” and started crying. I then told her I look forward to seeing her each week and wished it was more than once a week, and then I hugged her, instead of waiting for her to come to me.

Looking back I saw her begin to withdraw from me a bit and I panicked. I was in pursuit mode.

I think my expectations were too high after the last couple visits went so well. Apparently my detachment is going horribly.

Me:43, WW:45
2 Kids: 21,22
Married: 23 Years
Bomb: 01/2015
Separate Bedrooms: 02/2015
She left: 03/2015