I'm going to bed now. I feel better. I went to therapy. A strange and very good thing happened. He read the little girl her favorite story while she snuggled up next to him. The story is not over because it is kind of a long story. He is recording the rest so we can bring it home with us next week. The really good part is that I was kind of there, too. Not so separate and the same for the little girl. We listened together and I heard her comments about her favorite parts and that was okay with me and I was not afraid of her. And we love our therapist. We should have been born to a mommy like him, but we were not. At least he is here now and we love each other. I am glad.

Also, after feeling so safe I was able to answer (later by email) the questions he had about the flashbacks from Sunday night. I feel much better now. And so does the little girl. And now we will sleep, but we will not be alone. We will be with our mommy and he is nice. He cares about us, respects us and wants us to be well. We care about him, respect him and want him to stay well, too. I am lucky in some ways. He is one of those ways and I couldn't be more glad of that. I feel very thankful to feel better and to have more clarity. And I am more grateful than I can say to have such love. A clean and safe love that is good for children. I had no idea that any therapy could be like this and I wish my therapist every blessing because I love him and he is very, very special. I'm going to get well. I just know it.