Learning To Cope: First Day of Group Therapy Part 7
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Finally, after all, Izzie Mills had worked for the first Group Therapy that was upon her that evening. Izzie was glad she had spoken with Andres and was glad that, at least for now, he would be the only one coming. Izzie began pacing back and forth.
She showed up early and that Andres had signed up. But she wasn’t sure who else would. Well, this is it, Izzie, the moment of truth is here.
In another part of town, Andres began to make his way to the meeting. He began singing to himself silently. As he walked into the building once again, he could hear the echoes of a big crowd cheering to his music. Man, I hope this goes well; otherwise, this will be a complete waste of my time and unnecessary time off work. Suddenly Andres noticed a woman yelling, and he began to walk towards her car.
“Shit, Shit!” yelled Gertie as she got out of the car.
She began to tear up. “I need to quit my job!” Gertie began pounding on the steering wheel. Then she heard a knock on her window. Oh goodness. Damn, I feel so embarrassed. She quickly dried her eyes and rolled down her window.
Gertie was afraid to look up. She didn’t know who Andres was or what he wanted.
“Yes, Can how can I help you?” she said while reaching out to her purse for her pepper spray.
“Hey, sorry if I startled you, Miss,” said Andres.
He glared at her with his brownish eyes and smiled. “I just couldn’t help but wonder if you were okay?”
Gertie began biting her bottom lip, which was something that she did each time she felt nervous. “I am so sorry and embarrassed.”
“Don’t be.”
Gertie smiled back. “It’s been a long week, and my boss is a piece of work!”
“I can certainly understand that.”
“I need to find another place to work.” Then she got out of her car.
She began to light up her cigarette. Then Andres joined her.
It was easy for Gertie to talk to him. A stranger.
“Are you here for the Group Therapy?” he asked.
“Yes, I am, are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
They both began to laugh.
“I guess it can’t get any worse right?” he said.
“Shhh, trust me, it can always get worse.”
Then they began walking in.
It was still early, and inside, Izzie felt calm when she began seeing more people coming in.
She quickly took a deep breath. Let’s hope this goes well.
