What's Happening to Me?
It seems as if I've hit an all new low. The only thing is that I hit it weeks ago without even knowing it. You're probably wondering how that's possible. This past Friday I attended my first "therapy" session with Hamish.
Ham had made all of the arrangements, his choice of therapist, his location, his time. Little did I know it was all a trap to prove to me that I'm grossly insensitive and the world's worst wife. I was bombarded for hours about my activities of the last two months. Also in attendance was a PI that Ham had following me on every trip and tryst. I felt so violated.
What was worse than being so horribly accused was that this inquisition happened in my own home. My haven, my sanctuary. I designed this house from its foundations up. Since it was built, it was mine (Hamish was merely an inhabitant). I walked out after 3 hours of interrogation & returned to Marijke's. Watching my home diminish in my rearview mirror as I pulled out of the driveway was painful. Now every time I pass my home my blood boils at the thought of what's living inside.
Upon my return to Marijke's I found her on her way out, she was off to visit another client. I asked her to cancel. I told her I needed to talk immediately, she said she wouldn't be long. She had laid out dinner & told me to help myself. She told me not to be alarmed if I heard noises in the yard before she came home, Eoin was working. Working indeed *evil grin*. Mlle. Ngila D was in need of company & she was going to get it.
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Ham had made all of the arrangements, his choice of therapist, his location, his time. Little did I know it was all a trap to prove to me that I'm grossly insensitive and the world's worst wife. I was bombarded for hours about my activities of the last two months. Also in attendance was a PI that Ham had following me on every trip and tryst. I felt so violated.
What was worse than being so horribly accused was that this inquisition happened in my own home. My haven, my sanctuary. I designed this house from its foundations up. Since it was built, it was mine (Hamish was merely an inhabitant). I walked out after 3 hours of interrogation & returned to Marijke's. Watching my home diminish in my rearview mirror as I pulled out of the driveway was painful. Now every time I pass my home my blood boils at the thought of what's living inside.
Upon my return to Marijke's I found her on her way out, she was off to visit another client. I asked her to cancel. I told her I needed to talk immediately, she said she wouldn't be long. She had laid out dinner & told me to help myself. She told me not to be alarmed if I heard noises in the yard before she came home, Eoin was working. Working indeed *evil grin*. Mlle. Ngila D was in need of company & she was going to get it.
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