Archive for January 9th, 2013

Wednesday, 9th January, 2013

I had an appointment with Willa today, it was fine and we just chatted about things, then we had a big discussion on why I was seeing somebody like her at all. She said that in the conversations we had she couldn’t see any cause for concern and that if I agreed she would have a word with Mum about cutting down on seeing her or stopping seeing her unless I felt like I needed to. It was odd because I was sort of happy and sort of sad. I told her that I had always resented being sent off for someone to get into my head, but that I found the chats with her were quite helpful. We decided that it would probably be best if I just went to see her if I needed her. Then, as these things happen I went round to Imogen’s and found that I immediately had something that I would like to discuss with Willa. When I got there she opened the door and whisked me upstairs really quickly. She said that she was trying to keep out of her Dad’s way because he’d been drinking. We could hear him crying downstairs, big, wrenching sobs, I asked her if we should go and see if he was alright, but Imogen was stony faced and said that she was sick of it, it was time he pulled himself together, that he was always doing this when he had a drink, but that he wouldn’t stop drinking. I couldn’t stand it and persuaded her to come round to mine for something to eat, Mum was not pleased as it was late notice and she hadn’t cooked enough.