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Tina took her usual seat in the waiting room, next to the same tired plant on one side, the same small end table on the other. At least the magazines were new, but the couple across the room looked familiar and were doing what Bette called “whisper fighting”, as they did almost every time. Setting her things down on the chair next to her, Tina tried to ignore the quiet arguing across the room, tried to think about what she wanted to say in this session.
She was early but her previous appointment cancelled last minute and she was already down the street from the therapist’s office where she now sat, so…. she decided to just come and have a cup of coffee while she waited. But the coffee was lukewarm and she was ill tempered, weary after a stressful day, hanging on by a thin thread. But Bette would be here soon and for Bette, she would show up. Every time. There had to be no question about that. Every. Time. “No more running”, she had said when they first started this process and she meant it. Down to the very depths of her soul she meant it.
For a little over a year she had been coming here, to this very office, sitting in this exact chair once a week, waiting to enter the therapist office and bare her soul, to try and piece together the shattered fragments of her relationship with Bette. More specifically, to try and fix what had become broken, to find the words to explain her decisions in a way that Bette could understand them, could trust again. And to hear from Bette on what she needed to be able to move forward.
It was Tina who had asked for the divorce, Tina who had not given much of an explanation. This past year had been unraveling that decision, owning it, and all the precursors that led up to it.
Ruffling through a new magazine, Tina knew she owed the mere hint of reconciliation to the brunette. The ball was firmly in Bette’s court as they say. No one would think badly of the brunette if she refused to give Tina this chance… this last chance… after so many ups and downs. Bette could have very easily called it quits.