Chapter 2
"So how did your week go?" Dr. Silver asked, opening my file. It was Sunday, the day of my weekly therapy sessions that I have had after one year of vigorous therapy due to my stint in the emergency room. Every Sunday at ten AM, I started the day with the same line, "So how did your week go?" I always gave her the same answer and she knew it, so why did she have to keep asking?
"It was fine," I lied.
"Really? No feeling of loneliness?" she asked, trying to be surprised. But after almost two years of therapy with her, I wasn't fooled by anything, and neither was she.
"Well obviously I felt alone, I was at my mom's all week," I said, crossing my arms.
"What happened with your mom this week?"
"The usual, she yelled at me for not studying enough, she told me that I can't become a writer when I grow up because it isn't practical, and we got into a fight about how I spend too much time partying and hanging out with my friends instead of staying at home and spending time with my family." Just saying the word family created a horrible taste in my mouth. How could my mom want me to spend time with my family? I didn't even have one anymore. I have my dad and his fiancée, my sister, and my mother and her new family. Plus, why would I want to spend time with her? She can't stop criticizing me long enough to realize that I'm actually doing well in school. And she doesn't even know a single think about me. Why would I want to spend time with someone who doesn't know me? So she could get to know me? Absolutely not. I shouldn't have to sit down and tell her about myself, she should listen to what I say when I say it the first time and realize that I'm not the person she thinks I am.
"And what happened when you guys started fighting?"
"Well Lilly tried to stop us and so did Jack, but my mother told him to back down so he took Lilly to the park." Jack was my mother's new husband, the one she had an affair with and left my dad for, and Lilly was their kid. Lilly was actually a really good kid, but I feel bad that she has to grow up with our mother; I just hope that I can keep her from our mother from getting angry at her because I would never wish someone to grow up the same way I did.
"Have you ever thought about bringing your mom to one of our sessions? I feel your relationship with her will change once the two of you sit down together and talk about all your issues."
"Well that's a great fucking idea. Except she thinks she is too good to go to therapy." And it's what I hate most about her. My mother is possibly the most self-centered person on the planet. She thinks she is the best at everything and that everyone likes her. I hate that she believes that she is always right and that she it the most perfect person in the world. I don't think anybody really realizes how difficult it is to live with a person who believes she is perfect and everything anybody else does is wrong. She doesn't think there is anything wrong with herself, but really, she is the most annoying and condescending person I have ever met.
"I understand. What about writing a letter to her? You say you love to write," Dr. Silver suggests, looking hopefully at me.
"She probably wouldn't even take the time to read it. Or she'll call me a coward for not being able to say it to her in person," I told her. I knew my mother more than anyone. I've spent years being ridiculed by her, giving me a chance to get to know the real her, not the person everyone thinks she is.
"Hope," Dr. Silver sighed. "I just don't understand why you and your mother can't get along."
"There's no special reason. We just don't get along," I told her. I've never really understood why I couldn't get along with my own mother.
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