The Album of Love & Thinking About Therapy
After the "diner incident," I was so full of rage that at 3 am I woke and started destroying every piece of her: I stuffed her clothing into a shopping bag, along with torn up photos, personal items, everything had to go. I stapled the bag, and dropped it off at her sister's the next day.
But I didn't know what to do with the album. It's a photo album of so many good times: vacations, meals, birthdays, days out, leisure times in. We once looked so happy.
I'm seeing her tomorrow night and I'm going to ask: what do you envision will happen if we go to therapy together? What will we accomplish?
Here's what I think she'll say: "I'm going to say a lot of hurtful things about you that I want you to hear and I'm hoping you'll listen. And I'm hoping that maybe you'll understand me better."
Because it's all about her. I wonder if I'll get a chance to bring up all the hurtful things she's done to me. More than likely, she'll deflect them all, because that's what she does: no responsibility, all deflection.
"I do that? Well, you once did as well."
The road to nowhere....