Goals 😍.
Kimberly ❤️
"Okay Kimberly, how are you feeling today?" Dr. Mitchell, my therapist, asked.
"Right now?" I say.
He nods.
"I feel like strangling somebody." I say.
"And why is that?" He asked.
"Have you ever felt like your relationship was falling apart and the partner wasn't even trying to do anything to help repair it?" I say.
He nods.
"Is this how you feel?" He said.
"Yes. And I hate that feeling." I say, growling.
"Is it your husband?" He asked.
I nod.
"What did he do?" He said, writing down everything I was saying.
"Well, yesterday we spent the whole day together. Then he said he had another meeting as we were on our way home. His phone was ringing like crazy yesterday though." I say.
He nods.
"What else?" He asked.
"So I let him head out to his meeting. He promised me that he'd be home by 9, no later. So I went on about my mommy duties; making sure they showered, homework was done and dinner was served." I say, shrugging.
He writes that down.
"He didn't walk into the house until 11:00. It sorta made me upset, because he said no later than 9. 11:00 is 2 hours behind the time he said." I say.
"Anything else?" He said.
"Well, I went on to ask him about why the meeting was so long. But his excuse was that he was tired. So being the concerned wife that I was, I wanted to make sure he wasn't sick. But instead he yells at me and calls me annoying." I say.
"Ooh. That's cold." He said.
"I know right? Who does that?" I say.
He shook his head, writing this down.
"So he immediately knew what he had said and tried to apologize. But instead of hearing it, I told him I wanted to go for a drive. Then all of a sudden he wanted to act like he cared by saying if I got out at that time, I could potentially get myself killed. I ignored it because I know how to drive at night." I explain.
He clicked his pen, waiting to see if I had more to say.
"I kept asking for the keys but he refused. So he told me to get back into the bed and go to sleep. But I refused, as usual. Then he threatened me by asking if I really wanted to test him. And honestly, I was a little turned on by the demanding going on, ya know?" I say.
He chuckles.
"Since I knew what he was capable of, I just gave up the fight and got back in the bed, telling him not to touch me. But right now he should be at another meeting." I explain, sighing in relief afterwards.
"Oh that's it?" He said.
I nod.
"I thought there was more." He said.
I grin. He grunts.
"Alright Kimberly...seems to me like Dak needs to come in with you for a session." He said.
"Why?" I ask.
"Well, I want to help you guys get back on track. This therapy is to help you guys, as a married couple and a family." He explained.
I nod.
"Okay. I'll have him here on Wednesday." I say.
He grins.
"Great. I can't wait to meet him." He said.
I nod, not really knowing how to respond.
"So, I'll see you then. Be good Kimberly." He said.
I chuckle, leaving the room.
*****
I laid on the bed, reading my book. The kids were running around the house doing any and everything they're not supposed to do. I just needed some time to relax.
That was all ruined once Cameron started crying.
"Cameron." I whine.
I groan as I close my book. I place it down on the bed and walk into Cameron's nursery. She was in the crib crying like there was no tomorrow.
"Aww, come here baby girl." I say, picking her up.
I hold her close to me and pat her back, bouncing her around slightly. Her loud cries soon turning into soft coos.
"I don't even know why he gave me all these kids and is barely home to help take care of them." I mumble, patting Cameron's back still.
I walk down the stairs holding Cameron. She got herself comfortable in my embrace as I walked to the kitchen.
I worked with one hand as I got her bottle ready. It was a struggle, but moms can do anything.
So I learned 🙄.
About 35 minutes later, she was fast asleep again. Just as I was headed back up the stairs, Dak came walking through the door, with Zeke in tow.
"Kimberly!!!" Zeke exclaimed.
I shush him, nodding toward Cameron. He nodded and silently screamed my name. I giggled and hugged him.
"Aww, look at my niece." He exclaimed, pinching her little cheek lightly.
I smiled as he gushed over her. Dak walked over to me, kissing my forehead and taking the 1 year old from me.
"Where are the other kids?" Zeke asked.
"Somewhere upstairs tearing the house apart." I exclaim, rolling my eyes.
"Without me? Come on. They know better." He said.
Dak laughs as Zeke makes his way upstairs to play with the kids. I smile, walking back into the kitchen to clean up.
"So how was the meeting?" I ask, wiping the milk spots off the counter.
"It was good." He replied.
"Typical Dak response." I say.
"Did you expect otherwise?" He teased.
"Nope, not at all." I say.
"That's what I thought." He said.
I roll my eyes.
"Are you still mad at me about yesterday?" He asked.
"Yeah." I say, placing the dirty paper towel into the trash.
"Why? Baby, I said I was sorry." He pleaded.
"Dak, that really hurt my feelings. It made me feel like I really am annoying to you. And you're only with me because we have kids together." I say.
"No babe, that's not how I feel. And I never want you to say that again. Usually when I call you annoying, it's playfully." He said.
"That was not playful yesterday." I say.
"I know, and I'm genuinely sorry for saying it." He said, hugging me with his free arm.
I nod, not really wanting to answer.
I guess I'll have to tell him another day that he's coming to therapy with me.
