I hate Sam for this. I really do. I busted my ass to get here on time, and he's the one who's late. My busting involved the murder of two irritatingly blonde, trampy heiresses. If I could take them out and still get here on time, Sam should be able to snap a couple of photos and leave early enough to not be late.
"Sorry...Got caught up... ran into traffic... sorry."
Traffic? His excuse is traffic?! That is such bullshit. I had to get here too, I didn't get stuck in traffic! And sure, I drove around it a little and went over the speed limit the whole time, but that's not the point. I'm the only one who cares enough about this marriage to show up on time.
And I really wish I could move my chair farther away from him without looking immature.
My husband is a jackass.
"... What'd I miss?""Nothing. Let's just get started
( ... )
"... Sure." She's spent the last twenty minutes complaining about me. Wow that was easy to tell. This whole thing is her fault in the first place, she set herself up for a fall getting me to say yes with cookies. She should have known this was freakin' pointless.
"We really should. Thank you for coming Mr. Howell. Is it alright if I call you Sam?"
"Yeah, that's fine." I nodded. Her asking if I want to be called Mr. Howell is a subtitle for seeing if I have a superiority complex, and I don't. Being called Sam is perfectly fine. It's my freakin' name.
... This therapist is going to make me paranoid. Why couldn't we have gotten a guy? No, I know why, Carly needs the security of it being a woman. She wouldn't trust a guy, would she. And yeah, I'm exactly the same right now, but that doesn't change the situation here.
I need my cell phone to go off right now. I mean... right this second. I need another job. Right now. Somewhere that isn't freakin' here.
"How long have you two been married?""Three
( ... )
"We really should. Thank you for coming Mr. Howell. Is it alright if I call you Sam?"
"Yeah, that's fine."
No, call him good for nothing son of a bitch. He's earning that title right now. He should have told her that she could call him Sam before she had to ask. People do that. They introduce themselves and don't act like assholes to their counsellors when they show up twenty minutes late.
But Sam doesn't. I hope she charges double for this. We can afford it, and it would teach him a lesson in punctuality. I'd like to teach him a more physical one, but that would put my cover at risk.
No one understands how difficult this is for me.
"How long have you two been married?"
"Three years."
"Four!"
I got up and moved my chair away from his, not caring if it was immature anymore. Four years and the idiot can't keep that straight. Sometimes I think I underestimate Sam's intelligence, and then he says things like that, and I know I'm dead on in my expectations of him.
I opened my mouth to say three, and then realized it was four. "Three or four..." I muttered, shrugging a little, and looked over as Carly moved her chair over. Gee Car, we're really grown up, aern't we.
I love this woman, but I swear... Just... Damn it.
"One a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?"
... Well...
"Can you be a little more specific? Like... is one the highest, or is ten the highest?" I rubbed the back of my neck, sliding down in my chair a little.
"Can we use decimals?"
Excuse me? Decimals?
"Answer instinctively."
"....Six point five."
"Eight." I rolled my eyes a little, and glanced over at Carly. Six point five, what the hell.
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"Sorry...Got caught up... ran into traffic... sorry."
Traffic? His excuse is traffic?! That is such bullshit. I had to get here too, I didn't get stuck in traffic! And sure, I drove around it a little and went over the speed limit the whole time, but that's not the point. I'm the only one who cares enough about this marriage to show up on time.
And I really wish I could move my chair farther away from him without looking immature.
My husband is a jackass.
"... What'd I miss?""Nothing. Let's just get started ( ... )
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"... Sure." She's spent the last twenty minutes complaining about me. Wow that was easy to tell. This whole thing is her fault in the first place, she set herself up for a fall getting me to say yes with cookies. She should have known this was freakin' pointless.
"We really should. Thank you for coming Mr. Howell. Is it alright if I call you Sam?"
"Yeah, that's fine." I nodded. Her asking if I want to be called Mr. Howell is a subtitle for seeing if I have a superiority complex, and I don't. Being called Sam is perfectly fine. It's my freakin' name.
... This therapist is going to make me paranoid. Why couldn't we have gotten a guy? No, I know why, Carly needs the security of it being a woman. She wouldn't trust a guy, would she. And yeah, I'm exactly the same right now, but that doesn't change the situation here.
I need my cell phone to go off right now. I mean... right this second. I need another job. Right now. Somewhere that isn't freakin' here.
"How long have you two been married?""Three ( ... )
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"Yeah, that's fine."
No, call him good for nothing son of a bitch. He's earning that title right now. He should have told her that she could call him Sam before she had to ask. People do that. They introduce themselves and don't act like assholes to their counsellors when they show up twenty minutes late.
But Sam doesn't. I hope she charges double for this. We can afford it, and it would teach him a lesson in punctuality. I'd like to teach him a more physical one, but that would put my cover at risk.
No one understands how difficult this is for me.
"How long have you two been married?"
"Three years."
"Four!"
I got up and moved my chair away from his, not caring if it was immature anymore. Four years and the idiot can't keep that straight. Sometimes I think I underestimate Sam's intelligence, and then he says things like that, and I know I'm dead on in my expectations of him.
He can't even count anniversaries.
Bastard.
"One a scale ( ... )
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I opened my mouth to say three, and then realized it was four. "Three or four..." I muttered, shrugging a little, and looked over as Carly moved her chair over. Gee Car, we're really grown up, aern't we.
I love this woman, but I swear... Just... Damn it.
"One a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the happiness of your marriage?"
... Well...
"Can you be a little more specific? Like... is one the highest, or is ten the highest?" I rubbed the back of my neck, sliding down in my chair a little.
"Can we use decimals?"
Excuse me? Decimals?
"Answer instinctively."
"....Six point five."
"Eight." I rolled my eyes a little, and glanced over at Carly. Six point five, what the hell.
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