Hand shake or hug?

Got my period so last month's fertility treatment did not work yet again. So, I took more this week and was going to do a procedure called sperm washing. yes, you heard right. Sperm washing. Well, can't do that now bc my dogs are both sick and paying almost $800 this week for vet bills. So, took the meds and hopefully they will take this month without the sperm washing. I never thought I'd live to see the day that I would be considering such a procedure. Oh well. I guess we're pretty serious about a baby:)
Met with a therapist yesterday for the first time who was so nice. I gave her a quick hour run down of why exactly I'm disfunctional (cue family pictures and crazy music). What we are going to 'start' working on is my anger towards my family who refuses to help with my mother's funeral costs. I have paid it all off but still...a little help would be nice. Whatevs, losers smoozers. Also, some marriage stuff. Keith and I butt heads so much and it needs to improve. We've been through a lot together and I want many more years of fabulous memories. Out of respect to our marriage I won't go into more detail than that. But, the therapist was really listening and seemed genuine so I liked that. She commented that my whole life starting from birth I have carried so much pressure from people and including my husband that I am bursting. She referenced it to a closet that is so full of clothes that is busting out and needs to go to Goodwill. I laughed and called myself and Emotional Hoarder and she laughed too and agreed. You see...I hold my emotions inside so that I can cater to everyone else's non-sense. Also, I don't like to talk about my feelings bc I feel weak and vulnerable. Something needs to give. I have high expections from so many people and when things go wrong even though it is clearly not my fault I am the enemy and the one to blame. It's driving me crazy. At the end she todl me that she would love to work with me and enjoyed me as a person. I suspect I'm pretty great and not necessarily crazy:) Hopefully, anyways. On the way out she asked if I prefer handshakes or hugs. I said handshakes and we shook hands. She said she thought so and that she didn't want to go over any boundaries. Nice enough. However, this got me thinking. I want to be a person who prefers hugs. I want to be a welcoming and trusting person to others and not to leary of others. Another goal added-to be a 'hug' person:)