Merry Christmas Baby

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Memories.... Painful, well painful didn't describe it. Nothing could, watching as Moms now ex boyfriend set the tree and all the presents for you and your siblings on fire, telling everyone Santa wasn't real, and we needed to grow up because we were nothing but little 'shit stains'.

These memories brought up many repressed emotion....

"Delphinus you are lost in thought again" the therapist sighed, this was a common occurrence.

'The trauma runs deep' she mused to herself.

Clearing her throat she tries again "You have that Christmas party you planned, which is a very nice thing to do, especially for a friend" she tried. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy task, she has had difficult patients but none like Delphinus.

A silence settled around them for a minute or two after she mentioned the Christmas party. Opening her mouth to continue, she clamps it shut when they look up at her.

"Yeah.... I guess" they mumble, a smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

'A small victory, is a victory nonetheless' she thinks to herself. "You know I don't like Christmas, I can't even feel the joy at this time of year, but my Best friend, who, and I don't know how she comes up with these ridiculous ideas, thinks that if I do this, and invite people to my house that I will become festive, and experience the "Christmas spirit" he sneers the last part.

Delphinus stands up, brushing his clammy hands against his jeans. "I'm pretty sure he we are past the hour of our session" He points towards the clock "as usual please mail me the bill, and call me when our next session is. Please try to have a good holiday... Lilah" his voice is quieter at the end, his therapist watching his retreating form, her face etched with worry.

Pinching the bridge of her nose she signs "They will never learn will they" she asks nobody In particular.

∘  ، ࣪.𖤣𖥧˚.𓂅 ˓ ☃️ ˓ 𓏲ᵎ ٬ ᤷ ៶𖥨 ࣪∘

Delphinus made his way to his car, ready to go home and sleep. The Christmas party was days away, and he needed to come home and prepare. He still needed to clear out all of his crystals, yoga balls, his tantric sex magic things and decorate, so much to do, yet he didn't have the energy or will power to do any of those things.

The ten minute drive to his house was spent with him mentally arguing with himself. On one hand he felt it could wait till tomorrow, on the other hand he knew it needed to be down today, because any later and he wouldn't have everything ready for this party.

He decided on the second option.

Delphinus swings the door to his house open, his Caucasian shepherd greeting him at the door, to which he responded by giving him head pats and opening the back door so he could do his business. He got to clearing the yoga ball's and his singular yoga Matt out of his living room, making space for the abnormally large Christmas tree his friend bought him. He put his tantric stuff into his closet; where he hoped and prayed he wouldn't forget about it, and put his crystals and all of his books on his bedroom nightstand.

When he was finally done he looked at all of his hard work, and with a huff plopped down onto his couch. Rubbing his hands over his face and huffing again, he sits there staring at the ceiling.

'How did I get myself into this mess?' He thinks to himself. He sits there for a couple more minutes, before he feels a vibration on the couch, followed by singing.

"I saw mommy kissing-" he hurriedly swipes accept on the phone call "Hello?" He answers quickly. The voice on the other hand is high and shrill "Hello bestie! How was therapy?!" The excited voice of his best friend comes through, causing him to wince. He waited a couple of seconds to respond. All in all he considered a success, his therapist on the other hand did not, was he not supposed to relive his trauma ? His trauma surrounding his hate for the holiday.