I also stayed at my client’s house for fucking ever tonight just talking to the mom after the kids went to bed and basically just let her know everything that’s been happening with doctors and all that in my life recently.
She knew about the dog thing, but then there’s the gynecologist thing and the medication interfering with my period thing and the therapy thing aND EVERYTHING ELSE EVER.
This woman did not know I was suffering from depression and anxiety or that I’ve been in therapy for over a year and a half or how losing NaNo every year after losing that one horrible job when before I’d always won so easily takes an emotional toll on me every time it happens or that my new medication is an antidepressant that’s fucking up my period OR that my lady business is broken.
BUT NOW SHE FUCKING DOES.
She wasn’t weirded out and was sympathetic to all of the above. So. That’s good.
Of course now that I’ve told her these things I do wonder if they’re going to stay there brewing in the back of her mind until she decides I’m a terrible caretaker for her kids and gets rid of me.