Twinkle: Part VI—Husband Explores Mommy Issues in Much-Needed Therapy Sesh

My husband is going to therapy today, to discuss the text message and the sh*tstorm that followed. I thought it might be a good idea if I came along. 

My husband used to have this therapist, Rick, who would let me join in on sessions. The sessions with Rick were related to my husband's work stress, but I went along sometimes and it was fine. The sessions mostly consisted of Rick talking about himself, about how rich and influential and high society his family was, but how he had eschewed all that for the life of a humble mental health worker. Covid happened, and my husband drifted away from Rick. We do overlap socially somewhat with Rick; he's nice, but it's kind of weird that he knows our business.

So...now my husband goes to Megan. This is a new development because he was feeling stressed with work this winter. I thought Megan might let me join a therapy session, like Rick did. Since my husband is a shit communicator and definitely won't be able to convey what is going on to her, I thought this might be a good idea, because we need help. 

Megan said no. 

Megan doesn't do joint therapy sessions. 

Megan only sees couples if the other half of the couple brings their own therapist along, and the other therapist has to be someone who works in her same practice.

Megan feels that allowing me to join today would be "unethical."

Megan believes that since she and [Husband] have already developed a therapy relationship, I might feel ganged up on.

And to that I say, WAKE THE FUCK UP, MEGAN.

My husband and I are on the same page on this issue. We're not at odds here. We both know his mom is a self-righteous bitch, and now Megan has revealed to us that she is one, too. Does Megan actually believe that she and my husband could make me feel any more ganged up on than I have felt in sixteen years of marriage? I assure you that whatever ganging up on feeling I would have experienced in that therapy session would have paled in comparison to my daily interactions of being ganged up on that I endure with my husband and his insane family. 

WHO DOES MEGAN THINK SHE IS? Between the two of us, Megan and I might have been able to begin to help [Husband] sort some of these issues out, but now it's going to take ten times as long because he won't adequately be able to communicate the problem. I don't care how much time Megan and [Husband] waste, because insurance pays for Megan, but we sort of need help today. Now. Three weeks ago. Last week. Yesterday. We need help.

Thanks for nothing, Megan.