Welcome back to a new part of Parallel Slip, where we follow the adventures of Frederique through her slip in different parallel universes.
Let's start right where we left off last week.
I turned few more pages.
"I thought the
therapy would do her good and now she is beaming. The psychologist
told her that it's genetic. She always thought she was just more tidy
than normal people but I told her she needed a psy because she had an
obsessive compulsive disorder and that I had trouble to deal with the
cleaning and my school work. It took me months to get her to agree.
But today, she was told it's genetic and she is telling me I'm the
same, that I just don't know it yet. That I will have an
extraordinary clean house and that my children will call me crazy to
and force me to see a psy. That it's all my fault. She is driving me
nuts. I thought it would help but it's just getting worse. Genetic
for her means something she has no control over and justifies not
trying to get better."
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