Pat

I found Pat on the internet as I was looking for relationship counselors to help with some issues my husband and I were having, that had gotten worse since I lost my mother. I don’t even know how I found her. But, there she was, smiling on the internet page. She looked really warm and compassionate. I was drawn to her instantly and she was only 15 minutes from my house. That’s a big plus. I like to keep all my doctors close by, so they all have offices within 5 miles of my house. Pat’s office is at her house. Her two dogs greet you at the door as they bark like hell at your arrival. She has her sessions in a kind of den-like room with a big comfy couch that I can sit on with my feet up on it. Pat is very smart and funny and she knows me like the back of her hand. I cant bullshit her and she cant bullshit me. We speak openly and freely and there are no reservations. She’s not your typical therapist. She will call me out on something that she doesn’t think I’m being honest about and she’s right on all the time.

Anyway, our first appointment with Pat was a little awkward. My husband and I had split up for a month and he wanted to come back. But, I had one condition. We have to go to therapy or it wasn’t gonna happen for us. He agreed and now loves Pat. We see her together and separately. It really has helped. We get along so much better and we’ve learned a lot about each other. Its been almost two years now and we still go to see her.
How sad are we?

We are gonna see her as long as it takes to get us right. Even if we don’t make it together, at least we will be able to make it without each other. I feel like I’m working towards something, like with the band. I have goals. Goals, goals, goals. Why does there have to be goals, anyway?