Kathy is the one I need.

I need an anchor.

I also need my mom. But, she is mostly at work for most of every day.

So I hang with Kathy every day. Except for Tuesdays and Thursdays. You know why.

By this point in time, I was so irritated with these idiotic therapy sessions that I started talking back to the black male doctor who "helps" me.

Then he got all annoyed at me (reinforcing my "annoying" personality) and started talking right back to me.

Kathy attempted to calm me down and failed miserably.

It did not go over well.

The therapy doctor marched right into the waiting room and told me off to my mom.

She started yelling right back at him.

He was fired. She was sent outside to cool off.

So my therapy sessions stopped (and so did Kathy's because we both thought it would be unfair to have me be out of them and have her still in them). No idea how my mom persuaded them to stop both of ours, though.

Kathy horrified me when she walked up to my mom after that incident and asked her something that I immediately took out of context; "Do you swallow?"

I almost choked on the sprite I was drinking.

"Young la- of course not!"

"Then how the fuck do you get food in your stomach?"

That was the end of the horrid Tuesdays and Thursdays.