So, I may have to stay in couples therapy.
After last week’s visit with the Poodle, the Sheepdog admittedly looked pretty good. Then, we come into her office and she holds up a timer (all proud of herself) and says, “I’m setting this for 50 minutes so it gives us a 5 minute warning.”
Running on time. BING!
Then she says, “I’ve found out about your insurance and you’ve overpaid me by quite a bit. I can either write you a check or you can just have it on credit for the copayments of the next four and half sessions.”
Then she says, “Lyralen, I’m noticing your chair is almost out the door. Would you like me to sit further away?”
BING! BING! BING!
Then she laughed at three of my jokes. No bing, but still.
Then I made a joke about my partner’s abandonment issues. The Sheepdog noticed my partner laughing with this glee she gets sometimes and asked about why my jokes make my partner happy. My partner’s kind of a sap, so she started crying.
And then, get this, the Sheepdog even laughed when I said, “My partner says you remind her of Mr. Rogers.”
She said, “Wait until you see my sweaters in the winter.”
(I could decide that’s a little creepy, because who knows if I’ll be able to stay past October, but I’m letting it go because making a joke at her own expense is definitely another almost bing. Hell, it’s a BING.)
Of course, I had to apologize to my partner afterward for blowing her cover and embarrassing her. BUT, I explained that what I really wanted to say was all about how we’d nicknamed the Sheepdog the Sheepdog and did she really change shapes in between appointments. It was one of those times when you say something kind of inappropriate to keep yourself from saying something REALLY inappropriate.
Plus, we actually talked about a relationship dynamic that’s kind of knotty, and got some insight and felt closer. It’s probably a bandaid, I tell myself, but I can’t deny the BING!s.
So, I am doomed to couples therapy for at least a few more sessions. If not longer. But if I think about that…well, I don’t want to think about that.
Metta for me, in denial about couples therapy for as long as I can make the denial last.
PS–Today was appointment day. In the overwhelming amount of maintenance I seem to require is a thing called low lights–in other words, hairdressing appointments. The stylist asks what I’m up to and for some reason I was inspired to talk about mindbody syndrome and then two of the women are writing down the name of the book and the doctor I see. Sometimes when I get inspired to say things it’s weird like that. Synchronous. Like I know.
PPS–I was not inspired to make the Mr. Rogers comment. That was impulsive, clearly. But funny. Even my partner eventually laughed.