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Therapist day! I was up in the middle of the night, so I slept late, but I'd had breakfast and was opening the package from Ev (lovely fidget objects) when the therapist called.

The catalog of fucked-up shit is useful for organizing my thoughts about it, but not necessarily directly therapeutic.

I have located a fact that clues in well-meaning observers that I am not kidding when I say Belovedest's ex was abusive. "And then [Belovedest] smuggled [Evil Ex]'s firearms out of the house so one of her friends could have custody until they were separated." I could hear the therapist's eyes pop open.

For Ev's mom, the shocking and serious fact is how she would make Ev pray with her that Ev's father would die, and then spend thousands of dollars on phone psychics to find out what he would die. I haven't shared that one yet.

My contribution to dinner tonight was a garlic butter sauce for the broccoli, chicken, and rice. It had the healing and protection spice blend.

Book-wise, I finished the Earthseed books and have run back to fluff while I digest things. ( Read more... )