“Brian, I know that we’re workin’ on things, but it’s really hard with you not being here. I mean…except for the time I was delivering Ron, we were always together at Christmas.”
I wanted to run home this night and be there tomorrow, but I knew that I shouldn’t. We’ve made some progress, but we had a shit load more to go. Besides, I wasn’t thrilled about the weather as well as I still had a lotta repairs to go here. Staying together and workin’ things out is the person that I am. My last ditch effort was me running away, but finally engaging with Zoom counseling sessions was part of my progress.
“Yes Deb, this will be the first. If it wasn’t for ZOOM, I wouldn’t see any of you.”
“Brian? Do you think that we’re making any progress? I’m scared.”
WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? DEBBIE ADMITTING FEAR? WHAT THE….
“Excuse me Deb, what did you say?”
“Have we been making any progress?”
“Deb?” I waited a bit to start speaking up again. “I’m scared too.”
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Tuesday Jan 19, 2021 Marriage session Brian, Debbie and Therapist Judy
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“Brian, you appear to be a bit upset over what Deb just said. Can you tell us why?”
As Brian has done before, he slowly inhales, holds his breath and then much more slowly exhales. I know that he’s trying to put his thoughts into words, careful words that will not needlessly create more disruption with Debbie. She’s better at not reading negative things into his words. He’s said in the past that unless his words were exact, she’d tear him apart — finding real or imagined meanings in his words. He never has the option to freely talk off the top of his head. He has said many times, that he did not have the freedom to just be free with her. He tries to be careful in his words. Sometimes now even he thinks that he’s more careful then he ‘should be’.
“Did you know that there’s only one correct way to boil water?” Deb cringed and I realized that this was going to be another example of their control issues.
“You see, a specific pot should be used. A specific burner is to be used. A specific heat setting is to be used. And finally, a specific pot lid should be used. Oh, I forgot, the pot should also only have a specific water level. God help me is all of these non-negotiable demands are not met.”
He rubbed his forehead while closing his eyes. Deb was quietly crying.
“Deb has to be in control. It really doesn’t matter what. She gets an idea and that’s that.” He paused before he continued in a softer, world weary quiet voice. “There’s no room around Deb for anybody but Deb.”
Deb was sniffling several times were then followed by her blowing her nose. Then Deb signaled me and Brian to speak. This was one of the important things that Deb had been working on — allowing others to talk and for her to listen. It’s only after that — acknowledge what they said BEFORE she can reply. I motioned for her to start.
“First off, I now know that the boiling water bit is way over the top. Brian would keep the tea kettle half full and just take enough for a cup of instant coffee or herbal tea. I did ask him a couple of times to be less wasteful, but he fought me on it. I finally got so pissed that I demanded he do it may way and hounded him if I ever saw him do it any other way.” She exhaled, looking defeated.