Mitchum and Me

“And you ditched your family’s dinner? The one where your mother said you had to attend.”

I nod. “Guilty.”

“I see.”

She’s looking down at her notepad but doesn't jot anything down.

I swallow. “Why do you think I did what I did?”

“Because you felt like you didn't have another choice.”

I start to fold my hands into my lap as she continues to speak.

“Well, it also could be that you love to do the opposite of what your parents want.”

She isn't wrong.

“Maybe it's the fact that you were unprepared of whatever you expected at this dinner.”

I play with my thumb.

“I expected too much.”