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So today I went to see my counselor by myself.  This was my third visit to her.  We both were supposed to go but do to our youngest child being sick I went alone.  The counselor was okay with this and intended to speak to us alone anyway at one point. 

So her an I had a long hour and half chat.  It started off with the question, "besides the money" what other issues are there.  I named off the countless hours on the internet, the fake internet friends, the broken promises, the lies, the using of our real friends,... .  and a laundry list of other things.

My counselor is a nice older 68 year old woman.  Not a wall full of papers saying look at me. 

She told me I am "NORMAL".  That as a police officer and a person who has pored and invested ten years of my heart and soul into a person and their faults.  I do not deserve to come home to things I deal with at work.  I do not need the stress.  I should be able to to come home and not have to deal with drama of her false life and the lives of her long distance friends she has never met.  I should not have to deal with the constant attention getting schemes. 

  Thursday... .  I spent the entire day doing a couple of things I wanted to do.  I am restoring a car, and I do competitive pistol shooting.  So when I got home Thursday night the conversation went something like this... .  

  "did you think about me" More then once, I get asked... .  and finally in bed at the very end of the night. SO like three times total. I tell her { NO, I did not. Sorry W... .  I worked on a car, talked about cars, booze, women, (I did complain about her to my buddy), cops, the military, and all sorts of other stuff... .  At the range I talked about guns, bullets, reloading, shooting, and firearms instruction... .  W I was focused on shooting... .  I did not think about you. } It nearly turned to a big fight... .  until I saved myself... .  A local high ranking police chief friend of mine called me. I asked the Chief how she did on their uniforms. I praised her based on what he said... .  and the threat of fighting... .  diminished. And I was rewarded... .  like a fool... .  I accepted!

**My whole day... .  had to be made about HER!**

    Today... .  I received the ultimate reward.  I was told I was "NORMAL" |iiii

    So I believe an escape / exit plan may be in order. 

Feels good doesn't it. when a highly qualified and experienced person tells you that based on their meetings with you that you seem like a well adjusted normal type person. And that you did not create/cause the situation and cannot fix it... .  

Yes... .  yes it does!   *)