The Lack of Worms

It's been a big part of my life for three years and counting. I have been visiting my therapist for over three years. And lately it's become a large bit of nothing to REALLY talk about. Nowhere to really get our hands dirty. A couple little bugs but nothing major. Mere flies to swat away on occasion, no longer worms that we have to find, grab and squish in the mud.

I went to see her yesterday. Toward the end of the session she wanted to tell me the news. She is four and half months pregnant with a baby boy. It wasn't planned but stuff happens sometimes. She and her husband had planned on just sticking with the only child they already have. So... what does that mean for me? What happens when she goes on maternity?

It turns out... a whole lotta nothing happens to me. She is going to administrative work when she comes back from maternity so we're both going to take that as our queue. It's time to draw it to a close. It was heading in that direction anyway... now we can just say goodbye in a few months. I will only be going back once a month until May.

I walked out of there with dueling feelings. Sadness because someone very important to me, I will have to say goodbye to. In a meager five months. Joy because it means two wonderful things. One, another beautiful life is going to be coming into the world and two, I've accomplished something - from start to finish.