Sorry about the name change.
This is embarrassing, excruciating and taking over all my thoughts. After losing my husband this year l started bereavement therapy.
l am now completely obsessed by this therapist. He’s a great therapist but also handsome, intelligent, empathetic and in touch with his emotions. I have fallen head over heels for him. His presence in my head has all but erased my thoughts for my husband.
I don’t even feel like l am mourning him such is the amount of daydreaming and fantasising l do . It’s painful. Like the worst teenage crush.
l know l can never have him, l know l am being ridiculous. Is this my brains devious way of distracting me from grief ?
What can l do ? It is just too shameful to tell him and talk it out.
Should l leave the therapy ?