My new phone is so thin that I can’t tell when it’s vibrating — so I was surprised when I had a missed call while I was at the grocery store.
I was sitting in traffic, listening to the message, my hand over my mouth in shock.
It was my ex-therapist. AGAIN. (Read the awkward last conversation here.)
Oh my God. She left me this long-ass message, like two minutes, the gist of it being that if I don’t want to continue on with therapy — uh, no thanks — that she’s really like the opportunity to sit down with me one last time, blah blah blah.
I can see her point. But it’s really not worth my $40 co-pay to rehash my personal growth.
Gah.
∗ Posted by Monique on 09.27.2006
∗ My therapist
The active-imagination-guy in me is now thinking that she has money problems. It is not normal behavior to hound ex patients to come back in. Maybe she is on drugs, or has a gambling problem, or is being blackmailed.
Hmm…this would make a good story…
Comment by Mr. Fabulous - September 28, 2006 8:20 am
sounds like your therapist needs a therapist. sheesh.
Comment by kat - September 28, 2006 12:19 pm