But Wait, There's More!

I write cold usually, no notes other than mental. Mental notes are quite flimsy and easy to lose. Yesterday, while composing on the fly, I lost an important one.

After the missus came home from her therapist last week, she wanted to ask something of me. She said that her therapist would like me to attend the next session. J has been treating my wife for three years, and she said that she has never gone so long without meeting the partner of a client. Frankly, I would like to meet this woman. I accepted.

The next day, my paranoia set in. Was this a setup? An ambush? A tranny intervention? I think this was when my chronic low-level depression started blooming into something more debilitating.

Most of my concern relates to the time of year. For three years running now, I have clear-cut my leg hair in October. The missus is well aware of this, and expresses her disapproval ahead of time. Could she have enlisted the help of her shrink to gang up on me? Maybe they were discussing the issue, and J offered to intervene. Regardless, it has me worried. I could be overthinking it (ya think?!), but history is my defense.

Her next appointment coincides with my next session, and given my state of mind, I will not be skipping mine. That means it'll be about five weeks before this goes down. By then, I may already have bare legs. That wouldn't change the probable topic, but it would change the tenor of the meeting.

I'll be looking around for other mental notes. I know there were more.