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+I was not able to do it.
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+Kay just went to bed after we spent much of the night talking over text, and I just wasn't able to bring myself to bring up the way I feel about her.
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+It's maddening. I've never been so frustrated by the fact that I felt I was putting on a charade. It is not dissimilar from masking, which I do often during therapy with clients, but have never had to do with Kay until recently. Why would I have to pretend to be some sort of normal around a friend? And yet here I am, pretending I'm not falling asleep thinking about holding her paw every night.
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+Holding her paw! What garbage.
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+I talk with her like I talk with strangers. I make a stranger out of myself, it seems, though she has not said anything about the way I have been acting. I reread each message countless times before sending it just to make sure that it is plausibly normal, that I am not in some way tipping my hand, that I am being kind without being intrusive, that I am being invested without being obsessed.
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+I am not comfortable with this change in myself, but I will continue to work on it.
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+What we did talk about, however, was much of what I spoke about with Jeremy yesterday, about how I left seminary.
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 (Dee talks to Kay but chickens out trying to bring up emotions, and instead brings up the topic of leaving the church)
 
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