{The Fancy at the pier Saturday, perhaps contemplating jumping off?}
If today is Hump day than yesterday was the ever fun (& popular) couples counseling for the Fancy & moi. We both got a sense that our therapist was about to rip her hair out frustrated which made my ever nebbish Fancy comment at the end of the session, "You know she gypped us by five minutes?'. Now, in typical Miss B. fashion I am obsessed with saving our relationship (the therapist and us). I couldn't handle the thought of our therapist breaking up with us (so soon). I mean tell us how you feel, let us know we drive you insane but don't just clam up and rock back and forth in the corner, it's so off-putting.
I was trying to hold it together during our session, trying to make her happy and like us again but she had put up a wall that was not coming down anytime soon. Just what I don't need--to add to my laundry list of neurosis and downers:
Needless to say this didn't bode well for my ultra-sensitive Fancy."I think she wants you to leave me," he sulked. "Well, I would, but do you know how hard it will be to find a new boyfriend at my age? Let alone a new boyfriend that I could potentially procreate with before my eggs shrivel and I go through menopause? Near impossible." He looked thoughtful and shrugged, "Yeah, you're probably right." Being the wise and sage individual that I am I told him a secret that I have garnered from all my years on this earth and my many, many years of having boyfriends, "Everyone's got their somethin'. Even if I moved on to the next person there would be something that would drive me to want to stab them in their sleep or at the very least bother me. No one is perfect,besides present company,you just need to find someone that has the majority of what you want in a person and has no underlying sociopathic tendencies and you are good to go." The Fancy seemed to take it all in "I'm glad we're not fighting." Ditto.
