Fifth Place
Copyright© 2006 by RPSuch
Chapter 11
In addition to being very good at reading people, Karen was an excellent therapist.
No, she didn't act as my therapist for anything in our relationship. That might have been unethical and certainly would have been a bad idea. But she did help me with my understanding of revenge.
The thought of carrying out some fiendish, painful revenge on the two live sperm donors was very satisfying as was the thought of making Betty pay.
"Suppose you could humiliate her thoroughly. Imagine a party with all her family and friends where you could play a video of her betrayal. You could somehow get the scenes of her lying to you. You could show her base, selfish behavior. You could recreate any part of the whole situation that would make them find her despicable.
"Imagine their treatment of her; her isolation; her constant reflection on how evil she's been and the pain it causes her."
"Okay, stop. You've gone too far." I shook my head. "The picture was feeling pretty good until you isolated her. I had friends, family. I couldn't talk about it, but I could do something. It sucked, but I wasn't completely powerless."
"Alright. Let's go back to where they are appalled by her behavior. How does that feel?"
"Pretty satisfying."
"Okay, now move on. Think about our life. How does that make you feel?"
I smiled and reached for her.
"Fantastic."
Karen pushed me away.
"Is our life that good because you've been able to punish her enough?"
Okay, this was not fun. My thoughts tumbled out.
"It's, got nothing to do with us. Having her, shit. I have you. It's, completely independent. If nothing happens to her, I still have you. I don't love her. I don't like her."
"Speak up. You're mumbling. I can't understand some of what you're saying."
"I'm thinking out loud. What difference does it make to me what happens to Betty? I mean, aside from how it affects the kids, if she's miserable, I'm blissful with you. And if she's happy, I'm still blissful with you."
I looked her in the eyes.
"What does it make me if some of my satisfaction with life and with you depends on screwing up her life?"
She took a good twenty seconds before speaking.
"I hope you aren't expecting an answer. I'm the therapist. We only ask questions. Leading questions perhaps, but questions nonetheless."
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