Therapist Part 1

When I called I knew the woman worked from her home. No big deal. Remember Mike Keaton’s Dad on Growing Pains worked from home?

After we got to the house we had a clip board waiting for us on a bench in front yard.  *blink* Okay, lets sit in the heat and fill out a form.

We get in this little green room and it was so hard to take the woman seriously because she wasn’t wearing a bra.  I know that sounds really odd and normally, I’m all about odd, but her boobs were just sitting there on her lap.

Every time she looked away, Shaun would look at me and give me this ‘look’. The, “What the fuck?” look.  I just had to scrunch my eyebrows and give him the, “I dunno” look.

She had copies of papers she had from a book (one I have already read) that talks about what you’re feeling.  She encouraged us to use this paper that says, “I feel…I think…”  She had this cute little survey that tells us what type of personality we are.  She said, “It will help you figure out how to communicate with each other if you know what kind of personality you’re dealing with.”  *blink*  Really? Cause I hadn’t figured out his personality in the last 5 years.  Well how do you do! it’s THAT easy?

As we were walking out Shaun said, “God, if you want me to start packing and move out, I’ll do it…as long as we never have to go back.”

This was part of the therapy right? Find the worst one and be forced to sit through it together without bursting into laughter and making up crazy scenarios just to freak the therapist out?