Post by JMX on Oct 1, 2016 20:21:46 GMT -5
The appointment is nigh. I know the drill.
I made this appointment and spoke to the counsellor for about 30 minutes because he kept asking questions (he is fascinated) and did not charge me.
My basic message to him: "seriously, I am so far ahead of you on this it is not fair." I did go on to explain. But, I CAN appreciate him for going into something that I did not know in the way he knew it - which was attachment theory. It felt a little like a dissertation and like he just got out of "counseling school" but whatevs. I already appreciate him. I told him I signed a release of my individual counseling files to him, blah blah blah blah blah.
Fucking Blah.
That is how I feel. I am about to walk into a counseling session where I sincerely do not care what the outcome actually is. Either way, I am good.
The last year - of all three years I have been here with you people - has been the hardest. He was absolutely the meanest snake that ever walked the earth as far as I am concerned. And then he changed and was nice and cared, and then it changed into a tolerable situation. It went from: I hate you, to I hate that I love you, to I don't love you, to for the kids I can love THIS, to really? we're still here again but you're still tolerable.
Tolerable is the lady at Walmart with really bad teeth asking me (like she did last night) if I want to donate to children's charities. I think to myself: Nope. I have no money. I did that last week. Stop asking me in front of people! I know you are just doing your job and I TOLLERATE you for that. You are making me uncomfortable. I want to self-checkout from now on.
All I say is: Not this time.
I never have to deal with her again if I order my groceries online and pick up. Never. I know this.
And yet? I do not prepare for the week. I purposely put myself in harm's way for the week - and, I TOLLERATE it.
Wtf am I getting from this?
I think of all the things I will say at counseling but deep down, they do not matter.
It is pretty simple.
What I will say: I am not sure I care about being in this marriage anymore. I am here for the kids. I am still not happy. I am not fussed about a "soul mate" - I don't think one exists. If he could move to my end, enthusiastically, we could probably make it work, i don't believe this will happen. I DO NOT CARE if it works. I am ready to leave.
I have come a long way even though I am still kind of trying. Still having big issues at work. A lot on my plate. I have been slowly standing up for myself. And, I have to reign it in sometimes.
But my personal deal is still toast, and I know that too.
I made this appointment and spoke to the counsellor for about 30 minutes because he kept asking questions (he is fascinated) and did not charge me.
My basic message to him: "seriously, I am so far ahead of you on this it is not fair." I did go on to explain. But, I CAN appreciate him for going into something that I did not know in the way he knew it - which was attachment theory. It felt a little like a dissertation and like he just got out of "counseling school" but whatevs. I already appreciate him. I told him I signed a release of my individual counseling files to him, blah blah blah blah blah.
Fucking Blah.
That is how I feel. I am about to walk into a counseling session where I sincerely do not care what the outcome actually is. Either way, I am good.
The last year - of all three years I have been here with you people - has been the hardest. He was absolutely the meanest snake that ever walked the earth as far as I am concerned. And then he changed and was nice and cared, and then it changed into a tolerable situation. It went from: I hate you, to I hate that I love you, to I don't love you, to for the kids I can love THIS, to really? we're still here again but you're still tolerable.
Tolerable is the lady at Walmart with really bad teeth asking me (like she did last night) if I want to donate to children's charities. I think to myself: Nope. I have no money. I did that last week. Stop asking me in front of people! I know you are just doing your job and I TOLLERATE you for that. You are making me uncomfortable. I want to self-checkout from now on.
All I say is: Not this time.
I never have to deal with her again if I order my groceries online and pick up. Never. I know this.
And yet? I do not prepare for the week. I purposely put myself in harm's way for the week - and, I TOLLERATE it.
Wtf am I getting from this?
I think of all the things I will say at counseling but deep down, they do not matter.
It is pretty simple.
What I will say: I am not sure I care about being in this marriage anymore. I am here for the kids. I am still not happy. I am not fussed about a "soul mate" - I don't think one exists. If he could move to my end, enthusiastically, we could probably make it work, i don't believe this will happen. I DO NOT CARE if it works. I am ready to leave.
I have come a long way even though I am still kind of trying. Still having big issues at work. A lot on my plate. I have been slowly standing up for myself. And, I have to reign it in sometimes.
But my personal deal is still toast, and I know that too.