Rosey's Fiery Temper
“I can’t find it anywhere!”
I’m standing in my office, attempting to follow, Rosey’s rage on the other end of the phone call.
She is chain smoking, breathlessly, feigning a calmness she’s hired me to truly empower. All while detailing how she’s ‘torn through the house like a typhoon’ and ‘rummaged like a petty thief,’ and still can’t find her laptop charger.
“It’s nowhere to be found!”
From the moment I pick up the phone, I can hear how desperate feeling her situation is.
She is beyond irate, feeling ‘disrespected’ and ‘controlled’.
Today, there’s one thing that’s crystal clear. The anger Rosey has been constantly carrying around, while trying to separate from the partner she’s been working so hard to leave, has been fully detonated.
She’s now explaining, “…I won’t make our next session.“ one quick hit from the never ending cigarette, “Because I’m going to be going to jail.”
“What?”
Our work had seemed to be going so well. Before I answered this call. We had really made amazing progress, I thought, in only two short weeks.
“…because I’m going to kill him…” another, long deep drag.
At least she’s breathing, I find myself thinking.
“…as soon as he gets home”. Exhaling so loudly I can practically smell the smoke, all the way across the country.
“As soon as he gets home…I’m going to kill him.”
A long and heavy pause, while I wonder, what am I going to do?
“How ya gonna do it?” An odd attempt to breakup the thought pattern she’s wanting to follow.
I relax though, just slightly; as I recognize, she called me to explain, before truly exploding.
That is a huge change!
The work we are doing, is actually working. So, I continue to prod, a bit uncharacteristically.
“How are you going to kill him?” Clearly joking.
“You could just shoot him, as soon as he walks in.” More and more playfully, before she has any time to answer. “But what fun would that be?” I dramatically sigh.
She accidentally chuckls, a little, on that exhale.
“…it might be more satisfying to gut him like the pig that he is.“ Inhaling again as she listens to me continue, “Do you have a knife big enough?” I am practically squealing.
She doesn’t answer me. Still smoking, quite obviously.
“But the mess…maybe, suggest a walk in the forest…” I trail off. “I know you don’t care about jail, but you might as well try to get away with it.”
“Fine. I won’t kill him.” She’s beginning to laugh, a bit more logically. “But I still can’t meet with you for our next session if I can’t charge my computer.”
“Repeat after me…” I begin as if in session. “I easily see the charger as soon as I find it. I easily see the charger as soon as I find it. I easily…” we repeat this together as she slowly walks through the ransacked house. Where nothing is left where it should be.
“I easily see the charger as soon as I find…”
“What the …” her expletive rings through loud and clear, announcing her finding what she’d set out to.
In less than two minutes.
“How did you do that?” Her confusion clear, even from as far away as I am.
“I looked for fooooouuuur hours before calling you.” I hear things being picked up and set right. “I searched right here, more than once!” A lightness returning to her voice as misplaced rage dissipates quickly.
“You are magic aren’t you?” She is teasing me. It was her favorite thing to say after each session.
“No. Your mind is truly amazing, though. It will believe whatever you tell it. Empower your capabilities, rather than focusing on the problem, as I….”
Laughing out loud now. She breaks in dramatically, “Just in the nick of time.” Not masking her disbelief. “Guess who just pulled up outside?”
“I’ll see you Wednesday then. Call me if you need anything before.”
“Now that I’m not going to be arrested for murder, I don’t think anything can keep me from our next session.”
“See you then…and, enjoy your rearranging. You can put things back how they need to be rather than maintaining how they’ve always been.”
“You’re speaking metaphorically again, aren’t you?”
“See you Wednesday Rosey. It’s all going to be okay. Just remember to recharge.”
Have you ever felt like Rosey?
Have you ever been so mad you thought, “as soon as they get home, I'm going to kill them”.