My Only Exception (gxg)

Part 11

A couple of days later, I grabbed dinner with Emily and told her about Corrine.

"Aw, she actually sounds sweet," Emily said to me, and took a bite of her salad, "You wouldn't want to continue things with her?"

"She was sweet, and even if I did want to continue things with her, which I don't, I wouldn't be able to. Pretty sure she hates me now."

"I guarantee if you texted her to come over tonight, she would."

"I'm not doing that, Em."

Emily sighed, "I know. I just want you to be able to find someone eventually."

"I will. Eventually."

"You know it's all just because you're scared, right? You're scared of getting hurt and letting someone in."

"If you were anyone else, I would've told you to shut the fuck up. But you're not wrong, okay? I'll open up to someone eventually, Em. Don't worry about me."

"I always will, Delilah. You're my best friend."

For a moment, I felt a pang of guilt.

My flirtation with Poppy doesn't make me such a good best friend.

It'll never happen again.

I smiled at Emily, "You're my best friend as well."

"And that'll never change!"

"Never," I said to Emily, still with a smile.

When I got home from dinner, my mom was watching TV with a glass of wine in her hand, of course.

"How was dinner?" she asked me, still looking at the TV.

"It was good," I said, "We went to that new place that just opened like 10 minutes away."

"What did you both get?"

"Emily got a salad, and I got a sandwich," I said, "Both dishes were vegetarian, but they were delicious."

"Good, honey," my mom turned and smiled at me, "I was meaning to ask you, have you made another appointment yet with Dr. Rose? I asked you about it a little while ago."

"No," I said to my mom, "I haven't. I feel okay."

"That doesn't matter, you still have to check in with your psychiatrist or they won't prescribe you your medication. You've still be taking it every day, right?"

"Yes, all three medications, every day."

"Can you create an appointment online with Dr. Rose?"

"I believe so, I've done it before."

"Alright, sit down next to me. You're scheduling something right now."

I rolled my eyes but sat down next to my mom and pulled my phone out of my bag. I then logged onto the patient portal for Dr. Rose's office and pulled up the schedule to make an appointment.

"I shouldn't have to remind you to do this, Delilah. You're 22 years old."

"I know, I know," I said, finalizing the appointment, "I'm seeing him next week."

Now my mom rolled her eyes, which were the same shade of grayish/green as mine, "Don't be dismissive with me. But I'm glad you scheduled an appointment. Are you still opposed to seeing a therapist?"

"At the moment, yes. I don't really want to talk about my issues."

"You shouldn't internalize them," my mom looked at me.