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to become
desperate, I loved her even more for it.
"Great," I muttered and stomped back to my car.
Looked like another night of tossing and turning and trying not to picture Tess
next to me with her hair spread out across the pillow... I pulled out onto the
road and made my way to the gym ready to work out some built up frustration.
Theresa Marshall was a woman worth waiting for and I was
good at waiting.
Chapter 6
Tessa
My first session with Dr. Geoffrey on Thursday was awkward
and frustrating to say the least. Being the matron saint of patience everyone
knew I wasn't, I wanted to start making progress right away, but the doctor
spent the entire appointment asking me questions about my friends, my family,
my hobbies, and everything else that seemed to be irrelevant to what we truly
needed to be doing.
He kept telling me that informing the other alters about my
needs, and vice versa, would help. I kept reminding myself that he was the
doctor and I needed to trust him, but my determination to figure out how to
live with this overpowered everything else. Dr. Geoffrey noticed my
frustration, but made no attempts to change the course he had set for the day.
This made me want to shove that stupid silver pen--
"I want you to make an appointment to see me Monday,
Ms. Marshall. I know you are anxious to get started on integration, but this
kind of thing takes time, and integration may not be the answer. I don't want
you to think that things will fall into place with a few sessions. It could
take years." He walked me out to his scheduler and spoke slowly so I would
have no choice but to accept his words. I was already aware of everything he
was telling me, I just didn't like it. It wasn't a quick fix and that's what I
wanted. My life had been upside down for too long and I was desperately trying
to turn it over and find some kind of harmony.
"Is it okay for me to get a job?" I asked.
"That's up to you. It might be a good idea to get a
hold on things before you take on that responsibility."
I should have known better, I still wasn't completely
comfortable on my own, but I'm a stubborn woman. Ask everyone I know.
"We can see how responsive you will be to my hypnosis
on Monday and go from there. Until then, try to stay positive. Once I have
established a form of communication with your alters, we can move on to the
three of you communicating on your own."
He shook my hand and left me standing in front of a middle
aged blonde who looked like her face was going to split in two from the size of
her smile.
I didn't see how me communicating with the alters was going to
help anything. Not remembering a switch, to me, was a blessing in disguise at
times. I felt bad for the people who were co-conscious with their alters. Mine
could party together as much as they wanted, but I wanted nothing to do with
it. Even though, in the back of my mind, I knew I was being more destructive by
thinking that way, I didn't care. I had to do this so I could move on with my
life. From the look on Dr. Geoffrey's face today, though, I had a feeling I
would be changing my way of thinking very soon.
"What time of day is best for you on Monday, Ms.
Marshall?" the receptionist asked in a high pitched, way too sweet to keep
me from wanting to smack that smile off her face, voice.
"Stay positive," I muttered to myself. "Stay
positive and don't let people get to you."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked and leaned
in closer to me.
"Morning, please."
***
Charlie stopped by each day, further convincing me that I
was fighting against a force that was even more stubborn than myself. He was
always relentless, but my God, he was like 10 times worse now. We didn't talk
much except for the usual topics of conversation everyone shares with a long
time acquaintance. I asked him about fighting, how his mother was doing and who
her new husband was. I didn't really allow him to ask any questions and at
first he was noticeably agitated, but continued to
desperate, I loved her even more for it.
"Great," I muttered and stomped back to my car.
Looked like another night of tossing and turning and trying not to picture Tess
next to me with her hair spread out across the pillow... I pulled out onto the
road and made my way to the gym ready to work out some built up frustration.
Theresa Marshall was a woman worth waiting for and I was
good at waiting.
Chapter 6
Tessa
My first session with Dr. Geoffrey on Thursday was awkward
and frustrating to say the least. Being the matron saint of patience everyone
knew I wasn't, I wanted to start making progress right away, but the doctor
spent the entire appointment asking me questions about my friends, my family,
my hobbies, and everything else that seemed to be irrelevant to what we truly
needed to be doing.
He kept telling me that informing the other alters about my
needs, and vice versa, would help. I kept reminding myself that he was the
doctor and I needed to trust him, but my determination to figure out how to
live with this overpowered everything else. Dr. Geoffrey noticed my
frustration, but made no attempts to change the course he had set for the day.
This made me want to shove that stupid silver pen--
"I want you to make an appointment to see me Monday,
Ms. Marshall. I know you are anxious to get started on integration, but this
kind of thing takes time, and integration may not be the answer. I don't want
you to think that things will fall into place with a few sessions. It could
take years." He walked me out to his scheduler and spoke slowly so I would
have no choice but to accept his words. I was already aware of everything he
was telling me, I just didn't like it. It wasn't a quick fix and that's what I
wanted. My life had been upside down for too long and I was desperately trying
to turn it over and find some kind of harmony.
"Is it okay for me to get a job?" I asked.
"That's up to you. It might be a good idea to get a
hold on things before you take on that responsibility."
I should have known better, I still wasn't completely
comfortable on my own, but I'm a stubborn woman. Ask everyone I know.
"We can see how responsive you will be to my hypnosis
on Monday and go from there. Until then, try to stay positive. Once I have
established a form of communication with your alters, we can move on to the
three of you communicating on your own."
He shook my hand and left me standing in front of a middle
aged blonde who looked like her face was going to split in two from the size of
her smile.
I didn't see how me communicating with the alters was going to
help anything. Not remembering a switch, to me, was a blessing in disguise at
times. I felt bad for the people who were co-conscious with their alters. Mine
could party together as much as they wanted, but I wanted nothing to do with
it. Even though, in the back of my mind, I knew I was being more destructive by
thinking that way, I didn't care. I had to do this so I could move on with my
life. From the look on Dr. Geoffrey's face today, though, I had a feeling I
would be changing my way of thinking very soon.
"What time of day is best for you on Monday, Ms.
Marshall?" the receptionist asked in a high pitched, way too sweet to keep
me from wanting to smack that smile off her face, voice.
"Stay positive," I muttered to myself. "Stay
positive and don't let people get to you."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she asked and leaned
in closer to me.
"Morning, please."
***
Charlie stopped by each day, further convincing me that I
was fighting against a force that was even more stubborn than myself. He was
always relentless, but my God, he was like 10 times worse now. We didn't talk
much except for the usual topics of conversation everyone shares with a long
time acquaintance. I asked him about fighting, how his mother was doing and who
her new husband was. I didn't really allow him to ask any questions and at
first he was noticeably agitated, but continued to
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