My therapy session on Saturday was very long and intense. My therapist suggested that I bring Alex and Paul to the session, which I really didn't have a problem with. My friends revealed that they have been able to see through the many masks that I wear--which shocked me! I've always thought that I have been fooling them for years now. As they talked, I started to cry because I really thought that they bought my whole "I'm okay" mask all this time. I really lost it when my therapist brought up Quilter--because even though I know that they didn't like him, I never knew that they considered him to be "toxic" to my mental health. My therapist then said that while I am in treatment for my depression, she did not think that having a relationship (of any kind) with Quilter was helpful. I told them all that I wasn't able to do that--even though I have been telling all of you that I am able to put him in his place. My therapist then looked towards Paul and Alex and told them that if I had any chance of getting better, the Quilter had to GO. Alex and Paul assured her that they would take care of it. I am ashamed that I have been letting someone have that much control over me. I am ashamed that my friends have known the truth all of this time. I think that Alex is going to be the one who is going to tell Quilter to stay away, but I really don't remember all of the details. It means a lot to me that Paul and Alex were even willing to go to my session with me.