I miss my parents a lot now that I’ve been here a while. I know my parents and I had some rough goings when I was really sick…I still feel guilty for leaving them, but it just seems like every decision I’ve made it’s damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Story of my life really. But this is where I’m starting to have the problem with my current situation:
I did lie about two things. I lied that I had gotten my vitamins when I didn’t and I lied about setting up the iPod I had gotten for Christmas. I REALLY shouldn’t have lied about that, but I did. But now I have to have a family session with my therapist about this. And apparently there are more issues by the sounds of things that I’m not even aware of. I have the problem with going to a therapist about this. Why? Because it’s unnecessary. Why can’t you just talk to me about it now? I dunno, but now I get this feeling that I’m a pathological liar. I’m not, but I will admit I’m not perfect and I’ve always admitted that. And I did come clean about the lies too. But I guess that doesn’t count.
I dunno, hopefully all of this will blow over and I guess we’ll see how things go. But today was not a good day for me…and I will take my part in it. I shouldn’t have lied and I had no reason to, but going to my therapist about this? I guess I find a little overboard, PLUS she had given me a good talk about it and I thought the situation was resolved.