So I’ve been going to therapy for a while. It’s going okay. I cry less when someone says “we need to talk,” so… progress?
Anyway, last night I was feeling bold. Decided to message my ex something lighthearted to break the ice. Found this perfect meme of a skeleton sitting in a therapist’s chair saying: “It’s not that deep, Susan. I’m literally dead.”
Classic. Passive-aggressive. Emotionally immature. Just my style.
Except I didn’t send it to my ex.
I sent it to my actual therapist.
At 11:47 PM.
With the caption: “Haha remember when you said I have abandonment issues???”
No reply. For hours. I went to bed thinking, “Okay, maybe she’ll laugh. She gets my humor.”
She did not.
Today in session, she printed the meme. Handed it to me. And just said: “Let’s unpack this.”
I spent 45 minutes analyzing a meme I meant to send out of pettiness. She said it was “deeply revealing.” I said it was “deeply unfortunate.” We both cried, for very different reasons.
TL;DR: Tried to roast my ex. Roasted my soul instead. Therapy now costs more emotionally than financially.
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She… Prints the meme?
I mean, it sounds like it helped? Maybe your subconscious brain knew what it was doing lol
Your therapist printed out a meme, confronted you for 45 minutes and cried?
I think it’s probably a good thing it went to your therapist instead. You would be writing about a much bigger fuck up if it went to her.
You fucked up by going to your therapist and talking about your issues?
Nah it saved you from texting your ex…
your therapist cried?? is that normal??
Do. Not. Text. Your. Ex.
You both cried? Over a skeleton/therapy joke?
YFU. But at least you didn’t text your ex.