We had an interesting meeting with the therapist this week.
And when I say "interesting," I think I mostly mean frustrating.
We were talking about how things were going, and the therapist started asking Danielle about her level of compliance with our rules and expectations. She, quite honestly, admitted that she often didn't follow the rules or do what was expected.
"I forget on purpose," she said.
She tried to deny that forgetting on purpose is the same thing as making a conscious choice to disobey.
Like I said, it was rather frustrating.
At one point, Danielle was excused from the room so we adults could discuss goals. It's clear, from how all three of us feels, that the possibility of a sail-off-into-the-sunset happy ending isn't going to happen. We talked about what we each wanted, and how we felt.
Then Danielle was called back into the room.
When she returned, the therapist called a truce. She basically told Danielle that we don't have to love each other, we don't even have to like each other, but we do have to get along.
The therapist elaborated on what she meant by this. When she was finished, she asked Danielle, "Is this okay with you?"
Danielle was very non-committal. "I guess," she shrugged.
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