"So I am assuming you are ready to talk?" she asks as she walks back to her chair and picks up her glasses.
"I am not here for me to talk. I am here to tell you that I don't find your services fit for me anymore," I shrug as I look around.
She chuckles.
"Do you find that funny?" I tilt my head sideways.
"Actually, yes." She sits on the opposite chair facing the couch I am seated on, and crosses her legs. "Do you know what you have been doing for a whole week is unacceptable?" she asks.
I don't say anything, as I look at her. I do not like the way she is talking to me right now.
"You have been avoiding our sessions. And I have let it, because the first session we had, didn't go so well, I thought you were here to let me know that you were ready and not because you wanted my clearance and leave," she states.
"Gee, thanks for the special treatment," I say as I roll my eyes and roll my shoulders, already feeling cramped up in here.
