❛ Stan , I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation at hand , ’ Candy explained , idly placing one hand on her left hip . ’ Our daughter probably inherited mental illnesses , likely from my side of the family. Her dissociation … it’s gotten her into quite some trouble . You do remember the SOFTBALL GAME , don’t you ?? Who am I kidding ; of course you do !! —— That’s the whole reason why we’re in DEBT!! ❜
❛ ——— Well , it’s gotten worse over the course of her stay at college . I fear that this therapist we’ve appointed isn’t really doing Mae any favors . I spoke to her about what it is they have her do outside of sessions —— and really , all they did was give Mae a journal and told her to jot things about her life down . I can understand if they intended to deal with clinical depression , but honestly ?? I don’t think doodling in a book will help keep her grounded when dissociating .
… … Not to mention —— Selmers ?? That poet bear who lives a couple houses away ?? Their doctor is the same person , and had them do the same thing !! Can you believe that — ?? A journal is NOT a cure - all for mental illnesses . What on Earth is this person thinking — ??
——— What kind of fucking degree — ?! ❜
Upon one noticing how Candy used profane language , it was clear that she was NOT a happy camper . She knew her beloved daughter deserved better ; MUCH better —— but it was so hard to be able to afford someone who evidently qualified as a professional these days . Money was tight ——— both Candy and Stan worked their asses off to be able to support Mae AND pay back all that they owed for that unfortunate Andy Cullen’s medical bills . That also included their house expenses ; the monthly bills , of course , along with weekly groceries , phone payments , and the like .
The unbearable stress of the situation piled up inside of Candy’s mind . All - too - familiar voices harassed the poor mother , hissing words of acid , telling her what a horrible parent she was . It wasn’t long before she began to weep , both paws pressed to her rounded face to conceal her humiliation from such an emotional outpour . Seemed she forgot to take her medication today .
❛ I — I’m s - sorry , Stan … c - could you be a dear and grab me my pills , please … ?? ❜
Stan was, at first, a bit overwhelmed with his dear wife’s utter frustration at the entire situation———— though, the stress was understandable. He too was extremely weighed down by the struggles of their family———- especially from the dreaded Softball Game. But it had indeed been a while since he had seen her this overcome with emotions. Especially when she cussed——- Lord above, she hardly even said the word crap. But, having been with her for so long, he had a good idea about what was going on. And with her next words, it was confirmed that he was indeed correct.
❛ Yes, dear, I’ll go and get them right away. Don’t you move---- just sit here and relax, alright? Here, go sit down on the sofa. I’ll turn on some Garbo and Malloy----- you like that show, don’t you? Just stay right here, darling. I’ll be right back with the necessities. ❜
He quickly went upstairs, to the medicine cabinet. They had kept their medications in a very safe place ever since Mae was a child, just so that she didn’t get any ideas to break into the bottles and take some. The fatherly feline rifled through the cabinet until he found the bottle. Quickly, he brought it back down to his beloved, but not before checking Mae’s room.
She was sleeping... good. She didn’t need to see this.
Quickly running to the kitchen, he poured Candy a cup of tea---------- Chamomile, quite appropriate for the situation at hand. He brought it to her, taking out the amount of pills she needed to take.
❛ Here you are, lovey. I made sure the tea was warm, but not too hot----- so you can drink it right away. Take your pills, darling, let them calm your nerves and do their job. Once you’ve calmed down a bit, we can talk some more about this. ❜
