Talked for a long time with Louise. Even cried. Said sometimes I don’t love Kevin, said sometimes I feel weighed down by Kevin and the kids. Felt awful afterward. Went back and asked for the session to be deleted. At first couldn’t figure out how to do it, but then Darren helped me. He is actually a very nice person, although sometimes I wonder if he is a real person at all? What if he’s just another computer at the company? Maybe next time I’ll contact Darren by phone.
May 5:
Good grief. Kevin’s around all day. Kind of annoying. On his laptop all day looking for jobs. Or so I thought until I caught him gambling on the internet! Had a huge fight. Kevin is so stupid to be wasting money we don’t have on internet gambling! And it’s not even real gambling with real people! Both Kevin and I love playing blackjack in Las Vegas. It’s funto be around people from all over the world, all losing money at the same place, same time. There’s camaraderie! But we never ever play the slot machines. What’s the point? How can you trust machines to be fair? C’mon, Kevin! You’re too smart for that. Or so I thought.
Was so mad, made Kevin sleep in the study on the uncomfortable futon. He’s been there for the past week. Kids have noticed and now they look tired and worried. Tried to make them feel better by taking them out for ice cream. Wes asked for a small cone even though banana splits are his favorite food. When I asked him why several times, he finally admitted that he’s worried about his dad losing his job. Almost cried right in the middle of the ice cream parlor! Poor kid’s face got all hot and red. Made Wes get the biggest sundae they had, then kissed him until he got embarrassed and pushed me away.
Called Darren and asked him if more than one person could use the TheraP150™. Kevin is definitely showing signs of depression. At first Darren said no because the company wants people to buy their own TheraPs™. But after I explained our situation re: no job and no money, Darren whispered that he would try to do what he can. Called me one hour later to say he had recoded my TheraP150™ to be able to take four clients, in case the children want to talk too.
Darren has such a nice voice. A good baritone. Maybe he’s a singer? Bet he doesn’t need auto-tune. He told me he understands my struggle. His parents divorced when he was young due to his father not having a steady job. His father became an alcoholic. He sounded sad. He said he did not want the same thing to happen to our family. So sweet.
June 2:
Kevin did not use TheraP150™ in case he gets a job there. Doesn’t want to reveal too much. He has an interview there next week! It was supposed to happen a month ago but they are too busy. The company is going to roll out the TheraPs™ tothe general public soon. They’ll need more people to handle the workload. Kevin is a good salesman. We’re no longer opposed to lots of traveling for the job. We used to agree that Kevin wouldn’t travel due to family considerations, but now we can’t afford to put any restrictions on any jobs.
Kids are acting up. Maren’s acting like an asshole, all because we can’t afford a new phone for her. Big deal! It’s her fault that she dropped her phone and cracked the screen. Phone still works fine. Crack’s not even that bad. Let’s face it: we spoiled Maren by sending her to school in a good district where we can barely afford a house. All her friends are rich, richer than us, anyway. Did okay keeping up when Maren was younger, shopping in thrift stores, waiting for sales, etc., etc., but it’s getting harder now. The kids want all new things right away. Wes asked for sneakers that cost almost two hundred dollars!
We offered to get the phone screen replaced but no. She threw a fit. Said she’d rather go around with a cracked screen to show what kind of parents we are. Accused us of being cheap! Where has my sweet child gone? The one who used to pinch the soft inside of my arm as she fell asleep? Now she called Kevin a loser for losing his job. And me? Apparently I’m worse. I’m a phony hypocrite of the worst kind. Wow, I never expected this from my child.
Probably had to do with our grounding her because we found a weird text on her phone from a boy named Billy along with pictures that were maybe dick pics? It’s hard to say due to the lack of lighting and bad focusing, not to mention the cracked screen. We called Billy and found out he is a high school junior. Ordered him to stay away from Maren or we’ll call the police. Asked if he knew that Maren was only fourteen. Acted shocked. Who knows if that’s real or not. Maren’s not talking to us anymore. Is that a punishment? Or reward? Ha ha.
June 5:
Kevin’s interview went well! They were super nice to him! He met with people all day long, and even had lunch with the director of sales! Fingers and toes crossed!
Feeling so optimistic, bought Maren a new used phone from Craigslist. Even let her pick out a new case on Amazon. Maren was so happy she gave me a hug. Tears came to my eyes. There is my sweet girl.
June 7:
Wow, headlines on NYTimes.com: NO MORE APPOINTMENTS. THERAPY ON DEMAND.
All about TheraPs™! Going live today!
June 8:
Holy cow! TheraPs™ selling like hotcakes! It’s all over the news! Company can hardly keep up with the demand.
June 12:
Kevin still hasn’t
