His Girlfriend

Men Hate Therapy

Trey POV

Armstrong:..Mr. Davidson?"

Me: mm?"

Armstrong: did I lose you there?" she said softly as I snapped out of it.

Me:..My fault, my fault. What was yo question again?"

Armstrong: My question was about your mom. You were saying that she and your father had a very tumultuous relationship?" she brought back up.

Me: Yeah..my Dad was not the best man.." I mumbled.

Armstrong: What do you mean?"

Me: he use to use more than his voice." I covered.

Armstrong: let's be a little more specific. What do you mean by he used more then his voice?" she asked. Gritting the teeth, the images of seeing my mother get beat by my father started to enrage me as I sat back.

Me: Why the hell are you asking me about my mother and what she went through? This shit suppose to be about me ain't?" I hissed as she smiled.

Armstrong: it is." she eased.

Armstrong: I am trying to gain rapport. As you stated last session that you never really had a "bad" childhood growing up."

Me: I didn't."

Armstrong: Right, the only thing that seemed to happen, was your father." she hinted as I grew quiet again.

Me:..I wasn't there for most of them." I mumbled as he nodded.

Armstrong; Okay, okay, for the ones where you were there for. What did you see?"

Me:..a lot." I gritted.

Armstrong: how did that make you feel?" she questioned as that rage started to come back in me.

Me: Angry." I told as she wrote on her notes.

Armstrong: at your father?"

Me:..at my mother." I hissed as she looked up at me. I could see a little bit of confusion flash over her eyes as she depicted a new angle with me.

Armstrong: Why your mother?" she titled as I popped my knuckles.

Me:..because she let it happen."

Armstrong: she told you that?"

Me: No, but she ain't fight back. She ain't stand up for herself. She ain't stand for nothing." I loathed as the urge to curse this lady into next year based me.

Me: she sat there every time and took that shit and then would come back to me and treat me like the shit was my fault." I snapped now.

Armstrong: did you feel like it was??"

Me: I started to." I snarled.

Me: she would come to me with bruises and treat me like that shit was on me, so it became my fault. It became my reasoning." I spit at her.

Me: she neva did shit to stop it, she took it like a dog."

Armstrong: and that makes you angry?"

Me: You damn right." I pushed.

Me: She ain't protect me, she ain't protect herself." I jerked.

Armstrong: and that makes you angry?"

Me: Na it don't make me angry, it makes me disgusted." I hated.

Armstrong: With your mother or your father?"

Me: With my mother, I just said that shit-."

Armstrong: Your mother, why not your father?"

Me: because he was an ass, everyone knew that shit."