It's a real one's G- day and I'm officially 21. I'm getting lit but don't worry I'm drinking responsibly. Like ALWAYS I give you guys a gift. Here are two chapters that are guaranteed to put you on the edge of your seat.
Much Love~ Lex
|Issaiah Love|
I laugh to myself; somehow I always found myself back in this same room with this same plush white couch with the same white walls. All my money spent on these sessions that I needed but never wanted to attend. Funny how I started coming here because of my sperm donor and now I'm back for the same reason. Full circle in full affect.
"Ms. Love, it's been a while. Nice to have you back and seeing you do so much better."
"Good to be back Dr. Morris." I give a genuine smile appreciating the fact that these sessions are being done by my own free will.
"So what do I have the pleasure of helping you overcome today?"
"My sperm donor."
"Mr. Young?"
"Correct."
"Give me some back history to that."
"He was the one that forced me to come here in the begging. I was always his baby girl and I did everything that he asked me to do. Relationships ended because of him, self esteem had been non existent at one point. My respect is completely gone for him."
"Do you still keep in contact with him?"
"Not at all. I've built up this hate for him and I want your help focusing that anger into something productive." Dr. Morris nods his head and scribbles down a few notes before motioning me to continue.
"When did you realize you had this building up?"
"It started off as resentment when I moved out on my own. He just made me feel like a little kid who couldn't function without someone right there in my ear controlling all my moves. The hatred came immediately after he showed his true colors at my housewarming party and he put his hands on me and also disowned me."
"You've never tried to keep in contact with him?"
"The last time we spoke was maybe a month or so after that and that was me introducing Foreign to my family. At that point I was just trying to be petty and didn't care how any of them felt."
"How did that go for you?" He lifts his head and gives me direct eye contact.
"It resulted and Foreign and I almost breaking up."
"How so?"
"My sperm donor presented me with documents of Foreign's incarcerations. I didn't give Foreign a respectful chance to explain to me his side of what happened. I should have said handled it completely different and I regret that I came at him ."
"Did it change the way that you looked at Foreign?" I shrug my shoulders.
"He had me feeling like he couldn't trust me. I didn't care what it said on the paper I was more concerned that he didn't think it was important enough to just come and tell me instead of me asking him."
"I understand." Dr. Morris sifts through my old file and old notes until he finds what he's looking for. "Issaiah, do you remember when you made the comment saying you felt like your father wasn't really who he claimed to be?"
"Yeah."
"Do you still believe that?"
"Of course, what father says so many hateful things to their child like that. I don't care how mad you get with me, you don't say the shit that he said to me to your kids."
