Page 46 of The Winslow Brothers

I’m lucky. I’m fairly happy. I have friends and family, and I don’t have cancer.

And that’s a fuck of a lot more than many people can say.

But I hit a bit of a dark spot a little over six months ago after my grandmother passed away, and when I went to my regular doctor for a checkup, she recommended I start seeing Dr. Winters too.

It’s not that big of a surprise that Mimi’s death hit me the hardest—we were by far the closest out of all my siblings, and when I really look back on it, I can see that she was actually one of my best friends.

I had to find a way to cope, and rather than binge drinking and obsessing, I decided to give therapy a try.

Dr. Winters has been there for me for a long time, even if I haven’t gotten the guts to tell most of the people in my life about my standing Wednesday appointments with her.

“Can we normalize putting a magazine other thanCosmoout there?” I say by way of greeting, smiling to take the sting out of my words. “That’s seriously, like, the worst option I can think of if you’re trying to build women’s self-esteem.”

Dr. Winters laughs as she takes her seat, picking up her pad and pen from her side table and pretending to scribble on it, dictating, “Patient shows signs of disproportionate anger for magazines.”

I roll my eyes but laugh. “Okay, maybe I have a little bit of an attitude today.” Dr. Winters smiles her annoyingly knowing smile, and I sigh, mocking,“And why do you think that is, Sophie?”

My therapist snaps the fingers on both of her hands like maracas. “Ah, yes! My plan to live inside your head is working! I love when you can self-actualize a question before I have to.”

I shove my body back into the couch and consider my answer. There’s obviously been a ton of stuff going on in my life over the last couple of weeks, and I figure that’s as good of a place to start as any.

“Well…Belle got married this last weekend. And I’m, like, so, so happy for her, you know?”

Dr. Winters nods. “But?”

“Buuut…I don’t know.”

“You don’t know, or you don’t want to voice it? Because there’s a difference.”

“I just…you know I came here about my grandmother’s passing, right? Not for relationship advice.”

“Sophie, you spent three sessions talking about your sweet Mimi, and I enjoyed them immensely. But you’ve spent the last twenty or so talking about relationships. You drove the conversation there, not me. I’m just providing whatever guidance I can in the situation.”

I gulp a little. “Have I really been talking about wanting a relationship for that long?”

Dr. Winters smiles. “It’s not all you talk about. It’s just a big part of your life. Which, quite frankly, is understandable. You plan weddings for a living. You live it, day in and day out, and I have to imagine that makes it a little harder to forget about. That’s why I’m here. To help you.”

“I guess I just really thought I’d be married by now. And seeing Belle…” I pause, trying to think of the word. “Achieve it?” I shake my head. “That sounds so stupid.”

Dr. Winters raises her eyebrows but says nothing else, so I continue to babble. “I’m happy she’s happy. I really am. And John is a great guy. I don’t know that I would have been a good fit for him, but Belle is. They work, you know?”

“And watching Belle makes you want to have it for yourself?”

“I don’t know that it’s really Belle.”

“So, just weddings in general? You feel like everyone in the world is finding it but you?”

I shake my head. “Other than my sisters, I’ve never really been to a lot of weddings, personally. Like, outside of work, I mean.”

“Okay, so maybe you got too close before? Someone special in a past relationship that you really felt was the one, but it didn’t work out?”

I shake my head again. Frankly, I’ve never really dated anyone I considered marriage material.

“Okay. So, what is it that brings out the need in you? Societal demands?”

“No, I don’t think so. I mean, I’m proud of what I’ve built in my business, and I realize I might not have gotten to do it this way if I’d met someone sooner.”

I can hear myself, and I imagine Dr. Winters must be getting frustrated with me at this point. Hell, even I am. But for as enraged as she may be on the inside, she doesn’t show any impatience on the outside. Since I’m genuinely confused at my own complication, it’s greatly appreciated.

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