Messenger, Killed

Sure enough, the kids were all in the kitchen for a time and wow, they were loud. I was attempting to grapple with the database which I fixed, and I was testing it for accuracy and blah blah blah the kids were being kids. I suppose it wasn't the best time to do it. Duh.

I have been emailing Doc A who says I am killing the messenger, and I said yes, I am, it was the WAY you said it and ground me down and humiliated me that I have a problem with. I haven't heard back but I'm sure it will somehow deflect off him and settle back on me. Making it as though it was all about the money issues involved rather than the clinical and therapeutic methodology.

Soon we'll go hang out in the park for soccer. I hope I don't run into that woman who thinks she's my neighbor.

Comments

[e]

good for you. perhaps he'll stay down.

[blaize]

Keep fighting your corner Jo, if he tries to make it just about the money just firmly say "NO you're not my accountant or my financial planner you're my therapist".

Tell him you want an apology from him.