on_thecouch || family
22.4 - How well do you get along with your family?
“How well do you get on with your family?” I ignored my therapist for a moment, fiddling gently with my bracelet. I hadn’t been seeing her for long, just a session here and there when I could fit one in or needed to talk; it didn’t feel like therapy. She’d tried asking personal questions before, asking about my family but I’d refused to answer and she had moved on. She didn’t give up though; she wanted to get somewhere and asked every session.
“Lisa?” I barely responded, barely recognising my own name. I was Lisa to my family and I didn’t see them as often as I liked, or more so as often as they liked and to everyone else I was Cuddy.
“Your family?”
“They’re fine.” When Lucas had asked I’d evaded the question then too, though part of that was because he was ‘working’ for House; I wasn’t naïve enough to not know that.
“How well do you get on with them Lisa?”
“Fine.” I looked away from her, still fiddling with my bracelet. “I called my sister last weekend.”
“That’s good.” I nodded, leaning back on the couch but still not meeting her eyes. Her children had been there, causing a disruption in the background. It had made me smile to hear it yet it reminded me why I didn’t visit her or my parents that often. They asked about boyfriends, children and I had nothing to tell.
“What did you talk about?”
I sighed, raising my eyes as I thought back to the conversation. “My job, how she wishes that I’d visit, that her kids are driving her up the wall.” I let myself briefly smile at how she’d sounded when she’d told me; with two adolescents I couldn’t blame her. I had booked the next weekend off from work and had told my sister that I’d be there. It would be good to see her, and my nephews, and by her reaction I think that she would enjoy the sisterly company.
“What about your parents?”
“They’re… good.” I caught the nod of my therapist out of the corner of my eye. I knew that she would try again at the next session.
muse: lisa cuddy
fandom: house md
wordcount: 313
“How well do you get on with your family?” I ignored my therapist for a moment, fiddling gently with my bracelet. I hadn’t been seeing her for long, just a session here and there when I could fit one in or needed to talk; it didn’t feel like therapy. She’d tried asking personal questions before, asking about my family but I’d refused to answer and she had moved on. She didn’t give up though; she wanted to get somewhere and asked every session.
“Lisa?” I barely responded, barely recognising my own name. I was Lisa to my family and I didn’t see them as often as I liked, or more so as often as they liked and to everyone else I was Cuddy.
“Your family?”
“They’re fine.” When Lucas had asked I’d evaded the question then too, though part of that was because he was ‘working’ for House; I wasn’t naïve enough to not know that.
“How well do you get on with them Lisa?”
“Fine.” I looked away from her, still fiddling with my bracelet. “I called my sister last weekend.”
“That’s good.” I nodded, leaning back on the couch but still not meeting her eyes. Her children had been there, causing a disruption in the background. It had made me smile to hear it yet it reminded me why I didn’t visit her or my parents that often. They asked about boyfriends, children and I had nothing to tell.
“What did you talk about?”
I sighed, raising my eyes as I thought back to the conversation. “My job, how she wishes that I’d visit, that her kids are driving her up the wall.” I let myself briefly smile at how she’d sounded when she’d told me; with two adolescents I couldn’t blame her. I had booked the next weekend off from work and had told my sister that I’d be there. It would be good to see her, and my nephews, and by her reaction I think that she would enjoy the sisterly company.
“What about your parents?”
“They’re… good.” I caught the nod of my therapist out of the corner of my eye. I knew that she would try again at the next session.
muse: lisa cuddy
fandom: house md
wordcount: 313