This is because I cannot say no. If I were in charge, no doubt we'd have reams of Hanukkah wrapping paper, piles of Yankee candles and a freezer full of ready-to-bake cookie dough.
Recently, when Tad purchased insurance for his cell phone and I decided the $7 a month was not worth it, he made ME do the break up call. "You're the one who doesn't want the insurance." He said. I sat by the phone, taking deep breaths and ramping myself up to make the call. Finally, I did.
AT & T Lady: AT & T, what can I help you with today?
Me: Yes. Hello. Um. My husband purchased insurance for his phone and I'd like to cancel it.
AT & T Lady: Okay, I can help you with that. May I ask why you'd like to cancel it?
Me: (my voice bordering on panic) PLEASE DON'T TALK ME OUT OF IT!!!!
AT & T Lady: (laughing) I won't. I won't. I just need to put down a reason.
Me: (calming down) Oh!
And the conversation went on like that and I did it! I cancelled the insurance. It took a lot out of me though. I had to have a handful of chocolate chips afterwards to settle me down.
But I have always been better able to handle being broken up with. And this spring, my therapist broke up with me. I had two sessions in a row where I was kind of digging for something to talk about. I would start on something and then she'd ask one of her brilliant probing questions...and then I'd start to answer, pause, and say "You know, that's not really a problem for me anymore!"
So finally she told me that maybe I was done.
"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked.
She laughed. "No. You can come back for a pick-me-up any time you want or if in a year some more issues arise, absolutely call me. But you've done some good work. I think the rest is up to you."
"You ARE breaking up with me!" I said.
She laughed again. She wasn't really, and I have made a lot of progress since I started.
I feel like a new person.
In fact. We have to call our old dentist to tell them we're not coming back there and have them send the x-rays to the new dentist.
Maybe I could even handle that one on my own!
And for your viewing pleasure, in honor of this post, Breaking up is hard to do by Neil Sedaka.