Going to therapy was not something Elizabeth was particularly happy about but ever since her grandfather had died and the dissolution of her marriage, she had to admit that it had helped. She found Dr. Piazza to be rather exceptional at her job, and frankly she expected nothing less, even with her current troubles. Still, as long as the Doctor did her job to a degree that Elizabeth was satisfied with, she’d continue to see the woman.
Elizabeth’s schedule was a busy one and she didn’t like to be kept waiting, so it was with some annoyance that she sat in a comfortable chair in the waiting area, barely repressing the urge to scowl. There weren’t many times in her life that she wasn’t catered to and unfortunately, she’d had to accept, that therapy was one of those times. Legs crossed, she tapped out an email on her phone, her assistant holding her bags a few seats away; the woman was one of the only people to know she went to therapy. It was a closely guarded secret - she could only imagine the chaos it’d cause if her Uncles were to find out.
Finally the door to Dr. Piazza’s office opened and a raggedy looking woman made her way out. Elizabeth could barely hide her disdain before her eyes found the Doctor’s. She stood, pasting on a demure smile as she all but tossed her phone towards her assistant. “Dr. Piazza, lovely to see you,” she greeted the therapist warmly.
Shoulders back and head up, she walked straight into the office as if she owned the place. Elizabeth took her usual seat, smoothing out the skirt of the grey business dress she wore, crossing her ankles delicately. Her hands rested together in her lap, fingers pressing against each other as she waited to start speaking. She had actually come here with something in mind to talk about for once; she was under no delusions that at times her therapy sessions were like pulling teeth. Sometimes she felt for Dr. Piazza, most times she did not.
“I think I want to fuck my ex-wife.”
gianna’s pen scratched along the pad resting against her knee, barely looking up at her client as the woman went on and on - something about her kids, something about death; gianna was getting to the point in her session where everything kind of sounded mundane and the same, but she only had one more patient after this and she knew she could make it. “next time we’ll try and dig into that deeper,” she began in apology, glancing up at the clock. “our time is up, unfortunately, barbara.” she apologized, clicking her pen closed and leaning forward in her lap as she looked at the woman.
their cool down conversation only took a few minutes, and the doctor would have been lying if she said she wasn’t eager to move on as she escorted her patient out of her office. “elizabeth,” she motioned to the blonde woman in the waiting room with a small motion of her head, sending red ringlets dancing around her shoulders lightly. closing the door behind them, gianna ripped the top page off of her notepad and stuck it in a drawer with the patients file to be looked at later.
before the doctor could even get another word out, the ones that fell from elizabeth’s lips made her raise a brow. “i mean, that’s not uncommon.” she assured the other, opening another drawer and retrieving a snickers bar from it. she made her way over to elizabeth and sat opposite her, tearing the wrapper from the candy and beginning to chew on it before swallowing.
“regardless of whatever emotion you feel for her, whether it be hatred, or nostalgia, or -...lust, well...that’s quite normal for separated couples.” she began to explain, pausing to take another bite and chew. “there’s a history there, most of those feelings don’t just go away.” she shrugged with a hum. “why, what happened? have you guys spoken recently?” the redhead asked, motioning with the candy in wonder.
