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Izzie is going through a divorce and seeing a therapist who gave her a much needed assignment to help resolve some of the issues she's had with relationships. She takes the assignment a step too far and finds herself rekindling old meaningless flings, and rebuilding friendships. Soon she realises the source of her real problem; it is th
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Project Recycle - Sharne Williams
PROJECT
RECYCLE
PROJECT RECYCLE
Sharne Williams
First published in 2018
Copyright © Tamarind Hill Press 2018
The moral right of Sharne Williams to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Design and Patents Act of 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the permission of the author and copyright owner.
ISBN
978-1-64467-334-8
Dedicated to Ariel;
may we all find the courage to live in our truth
THE ASSIGNMENT
At the prime age of 27; my 28th birthday just around the corner, I was forced to sit back and take a long look at my life. One failed marriage, two broken engagements, eight steady girlfriends, four affairs, about nine flings and a few one night stands later; I am single, a status I had not claimed since the very tender age of 15. Were it not for the attempt on my life by my fucking mad ex-wife, I probably would have just carried on without paying attention to all of this.
Like you, I might not have realised that this had been my life. I’d never really taken stock and the moment I began at the god damn recommendation of my £80.00 an hour therapist, I started to realise that everything had just passed me by because for some reason I was just not present. This ‘memoir’, if I may even call it that is not really about the stock taking; it is more about the mistakes I had to face the moment I started ‘taking stock’ at my therapist’s requests.
After visiting her for almost three whole months and barely making conversations, you know; ‘letting her in’, I finally decided to give it a go. Just talk to her, see if she can figure out why you feel so fucked up inside, so damn crippled
, I told myself. So, I gave it ago. In the beginning, we talked about my childhood and the horrible relationship with my mother. How I emancipated myself from her for fear of her ruining my life as she had done hers. How I escaped her; I didn’t want to become the lady who lives with her daughter in the two up two down, every man in town knew her address and had been in her house at some point in time to do whatever it is they did in her bedroom. No, I wanted to be someone else, but I soon realised I had become what I feared the most.
I never had a stable relationship and all the women who I’d dated had lost my very fickle love, as soon as I had latched on to the next best girl that caught my eye. ‘She stimulates my intellect’, I’d tell myself. Then, before you know it I was in her bed or she was in mine or wherever the heat had gotten hold of us, be it in an alleyway, the bathroom of a restaurant or once even in an airport during transit. Yes, I had become my mother. I suppose my sex drive was inherited. It must have been.
So, as time went by and we unpacked my many issues with my therapist; who I must mention was quite a distraction in this process, I realised I probably should have chosen a male therapist; someone I would have no sexual attraction to, but it was too late. I was stuck with her and a part of going to the sessions, being able to dissect my issues was the benefit of seeing her. Having been single at the time for the very first time in my life, it was a very scary place to be. I’m the kind of girl that likes companionship and I genuinely do. I like lying next to someone at nights being wrapped up in their arms or them in mine. I enjoyed the constant of a woman’s scent and the gentleness in her touches. Simply put, I was not meant to be single. Before you knew it, I had my therapist laid on her desk, its contents now a mess on the floor and without shame I devoured her, and she’d let me.
But let’s focus, this is not about the fact that I had become my therapist’s mistress. It’s about the fact that she thought I needed healing and that I could only heal by righting the wrongs in my life and forgive myself for all the wrongs I had done. Her suggestion? I should write a letter to my exes and try to resolve the unresolved issues between us. In her defence, she didn’t want me to deliver them; she merely wanted me to write the letters and burn them. Well, this didn’t end well, at least not for me. Writing these letters meant I had to look back at all my relationships, look at how they had impacted my life, how they had affected my behaviour. It meant that I had to dissect everything; every bit of intimacy, every lie I had told, every time I had betrayed someone’s trust. Yes, it meant that I had to write about how they had hurt me and think about how I had hurt them and try to apologise. I tried. The hardest part of this? Every darn bit of it.
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I had left the US as soon as I’d