Therapy Tw - Blog Posts
oliverbrowncnn:
“Couples’ therapy?” Oliver found himself brought back a couple years back. Matthew and he had tried that, but clearly their marriage was past saving then. His parents hadn’t exactly been accepting of Matthew, not because he was a man, but because he didn’t belong to their social circle. His father suggested Oliver had picked him because he would never feel threatened by him, because he liked to feel superior to others. How exactly were you supposed to have a healthy marriage when your other half started to think that his own husband despised them.
“How do you feel about it?” Reaching over to get his hand on the wine bottle, he gave them both a refill, offering Leo a compassionate look. “Did you decide to do it, or was it her suggestion?”
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Leo almost whinced when Oliver repeated what he said. He couldn’t believe he had actually said it to someone who knew more than his drink order. It was making his martial problems all the more real. Especially to someone who had been through the same song and dance before. “I feel like it’s a distraction or some kind of test.” Leo wasn’t one to believe in talking about anything that had to do with his emotions. He could recite the history of method acting, and be completely enthralling while doing so. But once it came to dealing with anything with substance, he would shut off. He watched as the wine sloshed into his glass before looking over at Oliver. “And who do you think?” He questioned with little agression and a quirk of his brow before shaking his head. This was his way of simmering his annoyance and silently apologizing to him. He exhaled and met Oliver’s eyes, “I don’t know how any couple is expected to make it through those sessions. You hear things from your partner I don’t believe you should ever hear them say.” His gaze drifted to his topped off glass, he took another sip, and felt his edgyness subside the smallest bit.
devieiras:
Ines understood that therapy could be a scary process. In fact, many of her clients had been too intimidated to truly be vulnerable with her at first. It was a normal occurrence. But this? This behaviour had been anything but that. No amount of patience and gentle encouragement seemed to resonate with the man sat before her. Perhaps somebody less willing would have simply referred he and his wife to another psychologist. But the farther he seemed to act out, the more it only made Ines want to see things through. Joke’s on him.
“Mm,” the woman acknowledged his statement with a hum, lips pursed and eyes staring into his with the same intensity he had given her, “Surely there is. You’re here, aren’t you? Realistically, there’s nobody forcing you to show up to these appointments.” She leant back in her seat, much like he had. “So, tell me Leo. Why is it that you continue to?”
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He stroked his beard as his mind was beginning to picture the drink he was surely going to have later tonight. Of course, it’d be a drink he’d have after telling his wife a little white lie about how this session went. That was until he heard her speak again. He thought his intensity would keep her from speaking again, but he did throw her a bone. And with the way their gaze had met again, he could tell that she was about to launch it right back at him. Especially with the way she mimicked his posture, he tried not to smirk. “Realistically,” he stole her term, “I do have someone forcing me to show up.” His face pulling up at the word as he said it condescendingly. He brought his hand down from his chin, and he looked over at the empty spot on the couch. The same spot his wife would occupy in their coupled sessions. A part of him wished she was there with him, her image was warm in his head, until it was overthrown by one of her openly complaining about him. Then his expression hardened as he looked back at Ines once again. “She is why I continue these stupid meetings. She believes your psycho babble is helping.” He said, sitting up and gesturing to his own temple as he mocked psychology as a whole.
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Leo was relaxed to say the least. His diluted drink was half way finished, the sweet spot for him as he could finish the next half in one go. He was enjoying Oliver’s rare company. Even if the mentions of Oliver’s successes fanned the flames of his own jealousy. It was still good to catch up when they could. There had been a comfortable lull in their conversation, and most of that was drawn by Leo’s absent gaze.
Leo didn’t know what suddenly came over him. Was it the lounge music playing? The dimmed lighting? Or the percentage amount of alcohol that was in his slender frame? He squirmed in his seat as his thoughts began to race with his heart beat.
Say it, say it, say it. Say it to someone other than your favorite bartender, you coward! “I’m in couples’ therapy.” He blurred out, the recognition that he said it hit him like a rubber band, snapping him into reality. He even looked surprised as he looked at Oliver. Leo regretted impulsively opening that door, kicking it down was more like it. “We’re— we’re in couples’ therapy.” He corrected and adjusted the collar of his maroon dress shirt.
devieiras:
More than a few minutes had passed that there was only silence between the two; nothing but the ticking of the clock and the tapping of her fingers against her clipboard bouncing off of the walls of her office. Leo had been one of her most stubborn clients by far, and he was even more so without his wife to give him a little nudge in their sessions. She was at a loss of how to get through to him. “Mr. Davis, I’m sure you’re aware that therapy only works when you actually engage in discussion. It’s not worth either of our time to simply sit and stare at one another.”
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Smug. Completely smug is how anyone could describe Leo in this very moment. Not to mention stubborn and withholding, but he focused on feeling a sense of pride of wasting her time. He, however, was not wasting his time but earning it. the longer he kept her at bay extended his time with his wife. he believed that the woman in front of him wasn’t helping, but making everything worse. anything he said this room was being analyzed. and, hell, not to mention the things his wife would bring up. leo wanted to keep giving her nothing.
“I’ve got nothing I’d like to discuss with you.” Leo said looking dead into her eyes. There was no hatred in his expression though his words didn’t come from anywhere kind. He looked away from her and relaxed further in his seat. soon he began stroking his beard with his thumb.
