This morning I was reminded of conversation I had a few years back, with a woman I had been seeing for a few months.
“Will, I think we need to talk”
-“Sure, what is it”
“This isn’t working”
-“What do you mean not working? Is it something I’ve done?”
“No Will, you’re not to blame, it’s me”
-“What does that mean?”
“I just think we would both be better off this way. This isn’t easy for me…Will, you deserve someone who can make you happy”
-“But…I’m shocked, I thought things were OK”
“I think it’s for the best if we end things”
-“But you’re my therapist”
To add insult to injury, I was charged for the session.
I handled this situation just like any other kind of breakup…rebound therapy. I started seeing a new therapist right away. Of course the new therapist was wrong for me and I wasn’t really into them, but they had an office in the same building as the one who had dumped me. Mostly I just asked if my former therapist had asked about me, or if they were seeing someone else on Wednesday nights at 6:00? Needless to say it wasn’t the best period of my life but eventually I got better.
So why the therapy talk? Well, I’m a believer in therapy; not as something I need constantly, but as something I need from time to time to get my act together. Today is one of those needing to get my act together times. It’s no big deal, I’ve got a good life, a beautiful wife and a dog, I’m just feeling a little stuck in some areas and I need to address those things with someone who will take money from me. Tonight I’ve got a consultation appointment with someone new. I don’t know how I’ll like them but hopefully it won’t end with them saying “It’s not you, it’s me”.