The office smelled like pumpkin spice, which already set the tone for the session because I HATED pumpkin anything... Seven wrinkled his nose too, that almost made me smile because he hated pumpkin more than I did (at least that was something we had in common). We walked into the room and the woman was watching our every move writing down things she observed in the short time that we had been in here and while I couldn't exactly what she wrote down I had a feeling they were all negative. Once me and Seven were seated, he sat on the couch and I sat in the chair... again he smirked like he found my actions comical and I was getting sick of him laughing at everything, he wanted us here and he already wasn't taking this seriously. The woman, whose name was Sunny handed us each a questionnaire to fill out with the usual questions; why were we here, what we were hoping to achieve, problems with our relationship... stuff like that. I finished my questionnaire in ten minutes and it took Seven damn near an hour as he seemed to go into great detail.... great the fact that my answers were short and to the point, it would probably make her think I wasn't committed to solving this as Seven was. Once he finished she placed them in a folder without even reading them and looked at us with a motherly smile on her face.
"Okay, so now that we have that out of the way... for this first session, I want to do something a little unorthadox. Seven, from the short conversation we've had over the phone you seem to feel like the biggest problem in your relationship, is communication... So today, you're going to listen, because I can see that Tyson seems like he wants to say something... so Tyson.... today the floor is yours." Sunny said handing Seven a notepad. "Your job is to LISTEN, write down anything you want to address and in our next session you'll be allowed to make your rebuttal." She said and Seven turned towards me, with that smirk still on his face.
"I really don't have too much I wanna say... But I would like to know why is it okay for Seven to have the dude he's fuckin around our son and yet he DEMANDS that I'm not allowed to have my friends our son." I said looking at Seven who was trying his hardest not to laugh.
"Am I allowed to answer or do I have to wait until next week?" Seven asked sarcastically. Sunny looked at me, basically saying that the decision was mine and I shrugged. "Because Camilo never disrespected our home.. Camilo hasn't actively been involved in our marriage, and Camilo understands the word boundaries...." Seven said shrugging.
"Sure Seven... but I wanna go back, so y'all have already been talking?" I asked Sunny.
"A brief conversation, mainly to set up the dates..... goals he wants to achieve.... surfaces level stuff, we didn't go into any details about your marriage." She said gently.
"Okay, but you don't think that I should've been involved in that conversation as well? I mean Seven could've said anything and your perception of me would've already started taking shape before we've even met." I said looking at her. "I mean how could he set the goals for what he wants to achieve when this is supposed to be COUPLE'S counseling?"
"While that is entirely possible, again what me and Seven discussed was very basic... very surface level, we didn't go into anything deep. But I understand your frustration and that was a mistake on my part, I should've insisted that you joined us for that phone call." Sunny said and I was finding it extremely difficult to stay mad at her, in a way she reminded me of Diana (Seven's mom).
"You've been smiling this entire time, is there something funny?" I asked Seven who sat up.
"This is your show Ty... so I'm just going to sit back and listen." Seven said writing some stuff down. "Although I do find it funny how you're able to express your issues with everyone EXCEPT me...." Seven said making himself comfortable.
"Because it's not like you listen." I said shrugging. "Every single decision is whatever Seven wants; Ala'Ven wants to play football... sure. Ala'Ven also wants to get into boxing.... no problem. Ala'Ven wants to go to space camp, get into acting, modeling, cooking.... yes, yes, go head. But when I tell you that he's over-extending himself, you completely ignore me." I said getting pissed. "And THEN you turn around and disrespect me by having the nigga you're obviously fuckin around our son." I said getting angrier the more I spoke.
