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I have not posted in a while. I've been thinking.
I finally came to the conclusion that I needed "help." My husband and I clung to the hope that "help" would help me stop being so angry and sad. The appointment was set weeks in advance because the "help" I selected (by "help" I mean therapist) was very booked.
The day of the appointment arrived. I was nervous and hopeful. I've only had one other experience with counseling (as in one single appointment) so I was not sure of what to expect. My last experience was like a magic wand. I was going through a divorce and the counselor asked me one question that eliminated my self pity and put me on the path to being happy again.
Going into this appointment I knew it was unfair to expect that magic wand experience again. Moments of extreme clarity in life are rare. I think I did expect to be heard. I expected to get some ideas on other ways to look at my situation. I was prepared to be told I was wrong. But mainly I expected to be heard.
Unfortunately that's not what happened. It was odd, unlike any counseling/therapy appointment I've ever heard of or dreamed up. He talked more than I did. He called me obsessive compulsive. He told me about his wife.
Maybe I am obsessive












