“Hello there. Come in. Sit down. Tell me why you want to do this. Start at the beginning.”

I have never had therapy. Here was a person asking me to touch my deepest emotions and be honest. So I did. Open flood gates. I started with Lexi. Moved through Xander. Threw in adoption and then surrogacy…

“Oh, I am so sorry to interrupt, but we only have a few minutes left and I have to write a report. I need to ask you some important questions. Are you mad? Have you had to go for a psychiatric evaluation? Has anyone ever declared you in need of psychological treatment?”

“ummm (I am going to go with)…No.”

“Great. Thanks see you next week.”

—-Next and final session —-

“Hello again, good to see you. Have you had a good week since we last met?”

Remain an introvert. Count to three before speaking. Do not fill the silence unless prompted. Do not spill your entire madness to expose yourself to this lady who could write a different report…

 “(one, two, three…) Great. Thank you, and you? Nice picture on the wall, I did not see it from this angle last time.”

Oh crap. Shut up.

“Alright, let’s begin.”

One hour in and all sounding good. Chipo doing all the talking. I appear silent, but sane. This is good.

“What would you think if Chipo met someone and their relationship became serious?”

“Oh, that would be just fine. I have known about most of her boyfriends. I would be so happy if she found love. In fact, I would encourage it. I wish for her to have many lovers, hundreds…”

“At the same time..?”

Crap. Shut up.

“Alright, all done. Thank you for coming in to see me. So next, I will send you a copy of the report that I will share with the Doctor and the clinic. Best of luck with your plans.”

It’s over. I did it, only one moment of madness. She doesn’t know, she doesn’t know!

“Thank you for your time. This has been very useful. How can we thank you? We will be those people and send your endless photographs. Ha ha ha. And we may even name the child after you.”

“Sophie? What if it is a boy?”

Oh triple Crap.

“Right then. Good bye.” Exit exit exit.

“Well, at least I don’t get those dreams anymore…”

“Dreams?”

Game over. Donkey Kong, Puk Man, Super Mario Bros all over.