His therapist is so impressed with us
Beth and I went to visit the boy’s therapist this afternoon. I told her about how the boy took away his Father’s Day gifts. She was enchanted.
“He gave you a consequence,” she said. “He’s taken what he’s learned here and at school, and now he’s using it in his own life.”
Well, yes. I suppose.
His therapist always comes back to how Beth and I are “handling this.” She’s almost giddy with delight. I tell her that Beth is irritated with me, and Beth breaks in and says that if irritation is all she feels, we’re doing very well. We were always very good at doing projects, and raising the boy in separate houses is our latest project.
“It’s not the boy’s fault we separated,” I say. “He really shouldn’t have to bear any of it.”
“Well, it’s not about fault,” she says, therapeutically.
I’m thinking: “Oh yes it is, and it’s not mine.”
But I just nod.