• In My Son's Therapy Session, I Admitted That I Resent Him

    1 month ago - By Scary Mommy

    We sat side by side on the small, overstuffed loveseat. There were no windows in her office , and the lighting came from table lamps instead of the harsh fluorescents overhead. Bookshelves lined the wall opposite us, her desk against another, and her worn armchair was pulled close to the loveseat. Donna's demeanor was comforting and accepting, and her obvious love for Samuel helped bring a measure of peace to my ragged soul.
    I'd anticipated hard therapy sessions , and had welcomed them. Healing of any kind rarely happens without some level of pain, and I was desperate to feel the pain in...
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