I feel like a freak. I started having transference issues a couple of months ago. I was trying to build the courage to work through them with Z. I moved. From the last few posts, one can tell that I'm not handling this at all. I told him to fuck off...summary, but not quite so cuntish. And then today, I leave a message that I need his help. Borderline, Naomi?
I think I need to work out the transference (you, fucker Freud...hope you're rotting in your grave) with Z but I'm ashamed and embarrassed. What do I do? And why do feelings for people have to be so ugly and clinical?
I really need advice. What should I do? Deal with this on my own or talk to him? Do I really care about him or transferring everything?
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