“And how did it go?” Come to think of it, she sounds a lot like my first drill sergeant.
“Fine.”Except for puking my guts out when I went home.
“Everything you’ve said sounds quite uplifting. So, what about your life sucks?”
Damn, she’s worse than the lawn chair brigade. She knows I miss Dash, why does she need to rub my nose in it. “Life.”
“Can you be a little more specific?”
Feeling more like a teen than an adult, I huff out my breath. “Fine. He hasn’t texted or called, not even once.”
“We talked about this.” Her tone contains an edge of irritation but hey, I never agreed to do what she suggested.
“He’s the one who should call me.” Cupping my mouth, I lower my voice. “For chrissake, he tied me up.”
The white-haired lady sitting next to me raises her over-plucked eyebrows and I glare back fiercely.Mind your own damn business, lady.
“Let’s say, you were him. What would your thoughts have been?”Here we go again with the role playing.
Laughing, I emulate his British accent. “I cannot believe I’m engaged to a bloomin’ danger magnet.”
“In love? Are those the words he would use?”
My throat tightens and tears well. “Yes.”
“You say he loves you, so why do you think he hasn’t called?”
“No clue.” My arms cross over my chest and I roll my eyes which is stupid because she’s miles away.
“Try.”
“God, you are so annoying. Fine. Uh… He… He’s mad?”
“Because?”
“I escaped.”
“And?”
“Then I rescued him?”
“And?”
“He mentioned, I wasn’t wearing a vest and could’ve been shot or killed.”
“Does this sound like someone you should call?”
“Probably.”
“Then why haven’t you?”
“Shouldn’t the person who left, be the one who calls first?”
The psychiatrist sighs heavily. “A relationship is not a game of Monopoly, to be won. At this point, both of you had time to think about what went wrong. It’s long past time you pull up your big girl panties, Lanita. Talk to him, work things out, or move on with your life. Decide.”
“Wow, easier said than done.”
Our conversation continues in this circular fashion, and when our time is up, I am more confused than ever. Massaging my temples to de-stress from her session, I wonder if I should just quit. What use is therapy if she keeps giving me advice I can’t do?
