Jabbing Will
November 19, 2008
My counselor called me at home last night in response to me saying that Will wanted to come in with me. I knew Will wouldn't be able to go because of the way the military has this counseling thing set up - if Will had wanted to go to the counselor with me, he would have had to go on the first visit.
After that, he could have gone or not gone as he wished. In fact, I signed a paper that said that in black and white during my first session. The counseling was only for me, and that's the way I wanted it.
However, since Will had told me to make an appointment for both of us, I wanted him to know that I had tried. In fact, I used the conversation with the counselor to pass a message along to Will. He always listens to my half of the phone conversations, so I knew this time it was no different.
After the therapist reminded me why Will couldn't go to the next sessions, I told him, "Well, Will said that he only wanted to come so he could see if you were a piece of shit or not and get me a new therapist, so I don't think it would have been beneficial anyway." I wanted Will to know I told the therapist everything.
I also said that scheduling would have been a nightmare because Will insisted we go when he wasn't working because he was in a school right now, but that didn't really matter because Will would want to go when it was convenient for HIM no matter what was going on at work. Also true, but unnecessary.
Will confronted me because of what I'd told the therapist. I KNEW he'd been listening, didn't I?
I'm too tired to write more tonight. I'll explain the fight tomorrow.
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