Just a highlight ...
her "I see you are wearing shorts that show off your legs... "
pause .. maybe for a reaction that I'm still forming
her "and you are wearing a low-cut shirt... it's like you are teasing your husband"
I laugh. My shorts go to my knees. If there's anyone on the planet that I would be teasing, it wouldn't be Sean. That's retarded. Seeing as .. he knows EXACTLY what's under all those clothes.
It warranted no response from me. I just smiled. "that was sweet"
Sean tells her I was bothered by her remark about being on crack and having Parkinson's.
her "why does that bother you Alana"
me "because I CLEARLY don't have a disease and am NOT on drugs" (enter knee bouncing again)
Sean "how do you know?"
snap my head over to look at him ...
me "what do you mean how do I KNOW??"
Sean "well, you've never been to the doctor to diagnose that you DON'T have Parkinson's"
It's hopeless. Can I concede on visit #2? Fall on the floor .. throw the towel in ... raise the white flag ... cuff me - strap on the straight jacket ... put me in the padded room.
But then I figure .. NOPE ... NOT DONE WITH THIS YET. Got some fight left in me ...
I think ...
3 comments:
Hugs sister! I think you need a new therapist! She is kind of an a**, if you know what I mean!
The whole process sounds like an insult. You have more wisdom in your little pinky than that quack. I hope you're not paying real money for these sorts of insults. If so, pay me, I can insult people with the best of them.
Lose the quack...or...if you must go see her...take a squeeky duck toy and every time she asks a stupid question, just squeeze it.
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