A Different Kind of Therapy

Theresa Rubel I place the last box on the floor of my new apartment it's actually a cute apartment it just needs a paint job but I'll do that when I'm settled. I pour myself a glass of wine and unpack my boxes. After what seems to be hours my furniture was in place where I wanted them and most of my boxes were unpack all that was left is my bedroom. My phone ringing on the kitchen counter catches my attention I quickly move around all the empty boxes and grab my phone. I groan looking at the caller ID but answer it anyway. "Hi sweetheart how is unpacking going?Are you sure it's a safe neighborhood?have you eaten?you can come over and I'll make you something to eat-"she bombs me with questions she's more afraid of me living alone than I am of clown. She's always been a little overprotective it gets annoying sometimes but my brother and I know she means well. "Hi mom I'm almost done unpacking,yes it's a good neighborhood and yess I've eaten and no you don't have to make me anything I'm oky, honestly" oky maybe I'm lying about the eating but it is a good neighborhood one of my neighbours brought over some home made muffins to welcome me so how is kind people bringing me food not a good neighborhood, except if their poisoned but I'll take my chances. "Oky sweetie I'm just making sure you're oky, your father and I had a talk and I want to discuss something with you but we can talk about this over lunch tomorrow"she says sounding a little too nervous for my taste wait...are my parents getting a divorce?a wave of panic washes over me. "Mom please tell me you and Dad aren't getting a divorce" I panic pacing up and down in the kitchen "No honey relax your father and I aren't getting a divorce your father loves me to much and I can't even fall asleep if he's not next to me or snoring so we are still too much in love for a silly thing like divorce but, see you at lunch tomorrow I have to go help your father, he's got his toe stuck in the bathtub's tap again. I don't know why he sticks his toe in there, bye honey see you tomorrow" I giggle and say goodbye before hanging up. I take a quick shower and go to bed. The sun pours through my window directly on my face I groan annoyed and pull my blanket over my head trying to escape the unwelcomed light 'why didn't I put up curtains last night' I mentally scold myself for being the reason for my own rude awakening. After tossing and turning for a few more minutes I sigh and get up and head straight for the kitchen turning on my coffee machine and took a warm relaxing shower before getting dressed for work in a navy blue sports b*a, a tank, leggings and my Nike running shoes. Sitting on my spacious windowsill I watch people walking by with their dogs and children while I sip my coffee,my eyes wander to the picture frame with a picture of me and little Elly in my arms tears prick my eyes but I fight them back, quickly washing my mug taking my car keys and make my way outside for work. I walk through the door of the huge building immediately feeling the AC, the cold nipping at my exposed skin I walk over to the front desk and get my schedule for the day first up was a 10am Zumba class and then I have two clients that I was assigned to be their trainer for three months. I pull my tank off and stuff it in my gym bag with my spare clothes and leave my bag in my locker and head out of the private staff area. I hear cat calls from some of the guys in the gym when I step out the door, I just ignore them and walk over to the group of people waiting for me to begin the Zumba class. Luckily by the time my mother texted me she was heading to lunch I was done for today, being a trainer to people that just started to gym sucks, they get tired very easily but by this time next month they'll be more fit and will be able to do so much more than playing with the weights. I quickly shower at the gym changing into my black fishnet stockings, high heeled boots , a black and red fennel skirt with a tucked in Nirvana shirt letting my hair hang loose spraying on perfume before meeting my mom. As always my mom picked a seat of the oceans view I sit down on the chair opposite of her greeting her ,her eyes light up at the sight of me " hey sweetie how was work?" she questions I smile and tell her everything about my job and the people and how some of the guys in the gym are extremely hot and well build. The waitress comes and we give our orders and then she disappears again, my mom told me that my gran is driving her crazy. My gran is known as the crazy lady in the old folks home and she even booked herself in there and she's acting like a college kid, throwing parties and doing crazy stuff, I had made a big mistake going over to her house to surprise her for her birthday last year I was taking a day of from classes and went to visit but when I opened her door there she sat as n***d as the day she was born with some of the other old folks living there equally as n***d playing scrabble. After that incident my gran and I came to an agreement that I would call before visiting her. My mother eyes me warily as the waitress sets down our food and drinks "so honey about the thing your father and I discussed, we want you to go to a therapist because we are worried about you it's been three years since you last had a boyfriend or well any action for that matter and we know you say your fine but we don't want you to be alone so we agreed that you either go to a psychologist and deal with what happened when you were in high school and maybe then you'll find a nice man that can make you as happy as your silly father makes me or-" I cut her of groaning I hate when my parents want to fix my love life " mom I'm not going to a head doctor because I don't have a boyfriend and as far as the dealing with my past goes I'm okay really but, I'm not going to a therapist" she glares at me. She can glare at me al she wants but I'm not going I don't like shrinks sitting there sizing you up, judging you. No my parents must be smoking something in the basement if they think I'm going to a therapist. "or we find you someone to date, that nice kid Jerry that was in your school is single and he seems up to date you" she begins ranting on a list of weirdos I use to know when I was little "so let me get this straight you and dad decided that I either go to a head doc or you'll set me up with dates? and really ma Jerry, the one from kinder garden that would look up my skirt when I swing and threw sand in my face. Not to sound rude mom but I don't see how you can make me do any of those horrid things" I state rolling my eyes stuffing my face with food a smirk spreads across her face and a evil glint sparks in her eyes as she calmly sips her wine "Tessa you will choose one and yes that Jerry he could have grown up to be nice young man how would you know and to answer your question on how we make you do it ,it's simple you choose or I will give every guy I see your address and number and I'll even let your gran and her g**g go to your work and you know how she likes young hunky guys and their firm buns" she laughs evilly and I flinch away in distaste I really need to go check what type of meth lab my parents are cooking up in their basement. I sigh it's useless fighting her if I don't choose she would really send them to my apartment she's done this before when I moved into my dorm room when I started university. She asked my roommate to hook up with me it took him a year to accept I'm not into him and she even signed me up for online dating, so this means only one thing "fine I'll see the crazy doc" I grit through my teeth. "great" she squeals "now I owe your dad money" she sighs "you and dad made a bet on my decision!" I huff sitting back my blood boiling, the nerve of my parents I'm their child not their next gambling addiction. "your first session starts at nine tonight and because I know you wouldn't want me to know whom ever they may be I took one of the best but I don't know who it is I only spoke to their assistant and don't even think of ditching I'll call the office and check if you came in" "it's been nice catching up mom but I've have places to be and people to see who won't judge my s*x life or my personal life so goodbye mother" I say sarcasm laced in my voice as I leave money for the bill and stormed out sliding into my car and drove straight to the gym to blow of some steam on their punching bag. When the time came for my dreadful appointment I swallowed my pride and drove to the address my mom texted me. ♤☆♤☆♤