As some may recall, if you’ve read this blog for any length of time, that I am in therapy. For the most part, I’ve got what I needed out of it: a place to vent, air my frustrations, and work on a few behind the scenes issues, (and a few that are out in front; re: self-esteem).
The arrangement we have with the therapist is that she will see either my wife or myself (or both) during our appointments. That arrangement was set up so that we could have the maximum flexibility.
She’s canceled one appointment due to inclement weather (a tornado). That I understand. No one wants to be blown away by a tornado.
She didn’t call on that occasion. Forced us to drive to the office in less than ideal conditions.
Today, I had an appointment at 5p. I get there a few minutes before the scheduled time thinking that I am finally going to get a chance to talk about my issues. Maybe try to start feeling a bit better.
But, no. She decided to cancel. Again without a phone call.
So, imagine my utter and complete disappointment and crushing bitterness at the prospect of going another few weeks without talking to someone about these issues. Real progress was beginning to take shape and she up an interrupts the whole gorram process.
So, another frustratingly bitter day to go along with all the other frustratingly bitter days since I was born.