Are Things Better? Who Can Say?

Sabrina and I were supposed to go to therapy last night. I went and so did she, to my surprise. But I had decided that I just could not do the session, and besides, after my last session with John, he felt he needed to talk to Sabrina alone at some point soon. She has a lot of issues about my going to Texas and all the mess that went down during her senior year. So I told her before we went in that I thought that it would be good for her to talk to John alone. Those were the only words we spoke to each other in the waiting room.

In John’s office while he was off getting water or fiddling with the heat, I asked how the girls were. They had practice and she had to leave at 6:30 p.m. to pick them up, which shouldn’t have been a problem, because the session was supposed to end at 6:15 p.m. Sabrina looked really tired and run-down. I know I contributed to that after the weekend of “blazing emails” and our “discussion” on Sunday.

So when John came back in, I told him I thought it would be good for Sabrina and him to talk alone together, without me. I figured she could dump on me all she wanted and I would not have to hear it all. All that would have done is get me more upset than I already am. He said okay, and so did she, so I left to go get my prescription and dinner.

After she got home, she texted me that they had had a good talk, and she asked me to make another appointment for us. So I guess she still wants to continue with the therapy. I was actually surprised to hear that, after the tirade about changing therapists and shrinks on Sunday. So I will see John next Wednesday, after seeing Dr. S on Monday. I’ll call later this morning to make an appointment with John for the two of us. I’m glad she still wants to continue with the therapy. I was prepared to have to “go it alone,” that she wouldn’t want anything more to do with me.

I still believe that while Clint is in the picture, things will never improve. I am sure that he says things that set her off about me. And they fight in public on FaceBook! Pattie saw the blowup they had on Friday (I think it was Friday). It happens all the time. She has “unfriended” me so I don’t know what’s going on, but somehow she knows things I have said only to Pattie in private messages. I don’t know how, but she has, or al least alluded to it.

Today I’m tired. I went to bed early and got up a little late with a wicked migraine. I’ve taken Frova and 2 HC to hold it back while the Frova kicks in. I hate it that it takes nearly 3 hours for that med to start working. I am just beginning to feel it working now.

So I will call later and maybe just lie low for the day, or until I feel better. I’d like to get to the Islam 101 class tonight, though I’ve missed a lot of the classes about the prophets. But some knowledge is better than no knowledge, I guess. I hope I feel okay to go. Inshallah.

About mairedubhtx

I am a "youngish" grandmother of 15 year old twin granddaughter who has recently (is a year "recent"?) adopted Islam as my way of life, much to the consternation of my family. I love to read. I love to write. I am writing a book about my decision to revert, about my spiritual journey. I have another blog about stories from my youth, my parents, and grandparents. It's a blog so my OCD daughter will not be able to throw it out when I die. I suffer from depression and anxiety, for which I am treated, so my posts may be a bit dark at times. C'est la vie.
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