I won't mind telling you that I'm "in therapy." I guess the key to therapy is making sure everyone knows it. Yep, see, that cements the therapeutic effect.
But the mechanics of therapy are seemingly patched together by hominids who sometimes browsed in trees eight million years ago.
Still around. Still around! Yup, you thought the skeleton of Ardipithecus Ramidus was long gone but they sit in doctors' offices every day.
I'm not going to mince words. I'm in "therapy" for alcohol. But the mechanism is all broken.
These are "nice therapy" sessions. Humor is discouraged. Don't mistake me, but I could be teaching the class, and I don't say that lightly.
Goal is abstinence.
Yell you what, instead of babbling about it I'll fill you in as it breaks up my relationship with Brigitte.
Sound like a plan? A new telenovela at the point of a mouse. How sweet life is for my dear flock.
it's going to take all the courage you can muster.I hope you can overcome this affliction and save your relationship. Been there and more.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Ironman. It's going to be tough. But I absolutely have to do it. I WILL do it.
ReplyDeleteBut thanks for the kind words.
Things _will_ get better.
ReplyDeleteThank you for that, dear Susan.
ReplyDeleteThanks for you guys' support. It means a lot to me in spite of my generally adversarial tone.
ReplyDeleteI just imply have to do this.