Tonight was a bit disappointing. The counsellor did home in on h and I could see that h was getting pissed off. He was perceptive again, but h felt bullied and misunderstood. To be fair to him, the counsellor was fairly aggressive in his probing, but I could see that he was trying to get an emotional reaction from h, rather than a logical one.
At the end, he shook h's hand and gave mine a squeeze. I think he is definitely more on my 'side' IYKWIM. H is much friendlier after this session, because he did not feel like my punch-bag, although he did say that he felt like it was all meant to be his fault. He still insists that my depression is making things like this, although he accepts that it might be making me say 'I'm not taking this anymore'. He accepts that he has faults.
As we were driving home, we passed G crossing the road . I waved to him and he gave me a knowing grin. H asked who I was waving at. When I told him, he said, 'Tosser - I should have run him over'...
It seems that the fundamental problems with us are the way we communicate. We each expect the other to know what we need. H feels that I can't be bothered to try, but in reality I have just gone past the point where it feels important to try.
As we were walking back to the car, he got arsy and did the 'tbh, I feel like calling it a day', so I said maybe we should. I said that, at the very least, we can use the sessions to learn to have an amicable split. I don't think he really meant it though. I said that I obviously want to try and sort things out because I was the one who wanted to have the sessions.