Doesn’t that sound like a country song?
Anyway, it’s my dinner or whatever one calls food eaten at 11:30 p.m. I wanted a glass of wine after I got home from my p-t job but then thought hmm, shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach (I ate a few fig newtons at 5, otherwise nothing since lunch) so I dished up some peanut-butter cup ice cream by parents left during their hellacious visit.
Yum.
I’m still making my way through the bottles of wine Scott the jackass left me. The riesling tastes even better ’cause it was free!
Speaking of jackasses, Ryan, after denying me last weekend, was after some boo-tay tonight. Ha. I’m not that horny so I can afford to be spiteful.
I’ve also decided the time has come to cut ties with my therapist. The final straw came yesterday, when she said, after hearing my story about meeting Ryan’s dad (two minutes to tell, 20 to discuss) and my decision to not return Scott’s $$, she said, “Well, maybe respect isn’t all that important to you.” What. The. Fuck. Talk about fucking passive-aggressive. I was like, fuck this shit. I’m not paying her hourly rate for her to sit in judgment of me.
∗ Posted by Monique on 04.28.2006
∗ My therapist, Uncategorized
Hey girl, feel free to erase this. I wish I could write this to you in private but i don’t know you so I can’t. (key words: I don’t know you so this is all based on what I have read and is to be taken with a grain of salt) As a casual observer I have noticed that you are a very smart, cute, funny, and independent woman. Cut ties with your therapist by all means because her job is not to judge and she should know better. But do take what she said into consideration. I think your therapist wanted you to return the money not so much for Scott’s benefit, but for your own. Maybe she thought that if you started going through the motions of showing people that you are worthy of more respect, eventually you would actually believe it. Maybe Ryan was on the spot when he didn’t introduce you and then later called you a friend. But I think that says volumes about his true feelings. I wish (probably as you do also) that his first instinct was to invite you in, introduce you and be happy that his dad met such a wonderful part of his life. For whatever reason that was not his first instinct. 18 months is a long time to just be a friend left on the doorstep. Everyones definition of respect is different and maybe that is why you do not see your therapist’s point. You do deserve more. ~Jackie
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