Therapy

      I had my first therapy session yesterday.  I have SHOES older than the graduate student doing it lol.  He seemed nice though if a bit nervous.  He has the same name as one of my best friends in the world who passed away a few years ago.  so someone has a sick sense of humor.  Still, just one session is already making me ask questions of myself.  I think this will help.  

     Of course there had to be a bit of drama on the way.  the friend I went with (she WAS nice enough to fix it so I could go at the same time she does) couldn't get her car to start so she called our other friend several times to see if she could take us.  couldn't get a hold of her, so she asked the guy she is obsessed with to drive us in his truck.  didn't mind.  I was only a little nervous about climbing up in the back (obviously only one of us could sit in the truck)and then figuring out how to arrange my legs so my knees didn't lock up.  my friend jumped up in the back before me while i was still mulling it over though.  naturally her wished for boyfriend had to bitch at me-"don't give up on life.  you are riding in the back on the way home" in a shitty voice.  then all the way there he proceeded to tell me what all I needed to do in therapy etc like he thought I was all of about 5 yrs old, and he with all his wisdom had to "teach" me.  it's not even so much what he says as HOW he says it.  he just seems to OOZE condescension.  his voice sounds so patronizing.

     I don't think I am imagining things.  he has even upset my friend frequently when he tries to run HER life and criticizes things SHE does.  of course SHE always makes excuses for him.  ME, I always end up wanting to bitch slap him lol.  I rose above it though and focused on why I came there.  Just hope he doesn't have to take us again.