I wanted to say everything and anything to keep her attention. I overshared a little about myself because I was still on the comedown and I just wanted to talk to Priyanka. I have narcissistic personality disorder.”īut narcissists have healthy relationships all the time, so this could not be the issue. “We have so much in common but, I’m a narcissist. Priyanka’s tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth. What advice could she possibly offer this young, new, professional, and educated couple? Sheila was a counselor, not a fortune-teller. We both wanted to skip the years wasted and wanted to see if you think we would be compatible.” “We stayed together and we found out we have a lot in common.
It’s like she’s about to give a morning lecture with her enthusiasm. “Oh, I was getting to that,” Priyanka sat upright, very formal. “If you two have only known each other for a week, I don’t see how an appointment with me helps. “ Priyanka, I was just stating that you stayed the night.” The girl slapped his shoulder playfully, “ Oh, Khalid! You make me sound like a distressed damsel.” I wasn’t going to let her drive that late after a coke binge. “Sex? Oh, that’s kind of you.” The man said, “We don’t believe in pre-marital sex. They quickly devour her words in order to make room for theirs. So, you two did …?” They don’t even make room for Sheila to make any assumptions about them. “And I repaid him back by giving him a ride back home.” The girl playfully twirled her finger around a strand of her chestnut-colored hair. This was something that happened on all first dates naturally! If all the warning signs were obscured and ignored, it might be! “As the gentleman, I paid for it of course.” I guess fate really wanted us to meet because we had to share that last gram. Whatever this was it accomplished its goal: mocking her, and her mission. It was a reflex upon hearing another red flag flapping in the distance. “Another gram?” Sheila leaned forward to straighten up her posture. We were both trying to get another gram.” The man was finally comfortable enough to start speaking. “Well, we met at a party thrown by our university.” It was her seeking approval, to tell the truth.
He tilted his head and grinned before shrugging. “No.” The woman speaks again before leaning forward.
“How did you two meet? Not to be presumptuous but was it at your university?” “A week…?” Sheila bit the back of her pen. He delicately brushed his hand over hers. “A week,” The woman smiled before looking over at her lover. “It says here you’re both concerned about your compatibility issues. Sheila tapped her pen against the notepad, she had already exchanged the pleasantries and formalities. They were otherwise plain-looking people. The woman in a similar outfit, more feminine, with no jacket, and a more relaxed blouse in place of his button-up. The man was in a navy suit, accentuated by an emerald silk tie. They seemed like normal, balanced people, dressed professionally and neatly groomed. This couple…had bought a charcuterie board, vegan of course, to add to the eccentricity of the situation. Other times, it was apple-flavored vape pens, even tech-bros had nerves. Sometimes, it was the pictures from their wedding to remind them of their virgin love. Her practice allowed couples to bring in whatever they wanted to make themselves more comfortable. The woman was a professor at a university, and the man that came along with her was a student at said university. It usually had their names, ages, and professions. Her secretary told her the basics of the couple’s problems and gave her the little slip of information that couples had to submit. On her velvet armchair, Sheila sat with a yellow notepad on top of her lap. She wasn’t a medical doctor, so HIPPA be damned. While she had heard her fair share of odd dynamics, domestic violence was not tolerated. She didn’t really think too much of the circumstances of the relationships unless there was actual violence involved. It didn’t really matter to her what they were going through, she could only offer advice, and whether or not they applied it was up to them.
#SHE AND HER RELATIONSHIP MOODS PATCH#
The couples that came in ranged from couples needing to work through a hard patch and genuinely attempting to salvage their relationship, to cheaters with substance abuse problems only hanging on so that they can avoid paying alimony. What she made in a day, most people couldn’t make in a week. So, Sheila was more than happy to come to her office at 11am and leave at 7pm, she charged $300 for a half-hour session. Not every couple could time their one-hour lunch break at the same time, and most people worked a 9 to 5 job. The last appointment at Shelia’s couple’s counseling practice was at 6:30pm.
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