Chapter Seventeen

Compromising With Mommy

The quiet room was not so bad. It was just a room with comfy couches and stuffed animals. There was soft music being piped in from somewhere but I could not see the radio. There was a bookshelf in a corner.

This did not mean I wanted to be in here. I wanted to eavesdrop on the doctor and Mommy but because the doctor's assistant had locked the door from the outside I was stuck.

For some reason I did not have it in me to continue throwing my tantrum. I sat down on a red couch and slumped onto a pillow. I felt gigundoly sorry for myself.

I could not believe I was in this mess. How did bad things keep happening to me? I was not really a bad person. At least I did not think I was.

I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I did not want Mommy to hate me. So far none of my plans had gotten me what I wanted. Instead it had just gotten all of of my friends and family mad at me which was a very bad feeling. Maybe wanting a church and the entire world to worship me like a goddess and wait on me hand and foot was not worth it.

I started to cry hard thinking about all the things that had happened lately. I had a life time ban from Club G. My family was mad at me all the time. I still did not get to go to church. Now I was at a doctor's office because my mommy thought I was crazy.

I picked up a stuffed porcupine that was on the floor by the couch. I wanted Moosie or Goosie or maybe even Tickly but they were at one of my houses.

"I will call you Prickly and you can be my temporary friend." I told the porcupine through my tears.

I hugged Prickly to my chest. My head hurt from crying. I curled up into a ball and laid down on the couch.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew the doctor's assistant was shaking my shoulder. "Wake up, Karen. Your mom and the doctor are waiting for you."

I stood up sleepily and set Prickly down on the couch. I followed the lady back to the doctor's office. My mommy and the doctor were sitting at the table. He had put the dollhouse away.

When my mommy saw me, she stood up and gave me a hug which confused me since I thought she was still mad at me. She sat back down and I sat down next to her.

Dr Brannon smiled at me, "Karen, your mommy and I have had a talk. We have come to some decisions. We would like to try a compromise with you. We want to try to make some choices that will make both you and your mommy happy."

I was very suspicious. "I do not think that is possible, doctor."

"So here is what your mommy and I decided." He went on ignoring what I had said, "She has decided that it will be okay for you to attend church twice a month with one of your friends if you agree to start doing some things for her."

"Like what?" I looked at Mommy.

Mommy put a hand on my shoulder, "Like doing one special activity with Andrew each week instead of being mean to him all the time. I want you to make an effort every day to be kinder to him but once a week I want you do spend a little time doing something with him like the big sister I know you can be. Even if it is just reading him a story. I would also like you to complete your chore list without complaining. I also want you to apologize to your friends, family and the other children in the neighborhood. We called your daddy while you were in the other room and we agreed together that you are going to have an apology party."

It seemed like an awful lot of Mommy to ask me to do, "What is an apology party?"

"An apology party is where you will invite all the people you were mean to. You will be making cards for each of them with a letter inside with a personal apology telling them that you are sorry for your behavior and recent actions. You will also take the time to do something special for all of them at the party and make them feel like you are making an effort to change," Dr. Brannon explained.

"I am not sure about that," I replied.

Dr. Brannon took my hand from across the table, "Karen you have some choices to make. You can either continue being mean to everyone which results in them being mad at you and you being punished and unhappy all the time. Or you can agree to the compromise and have people happy with you as well as you being able to reach your goals as well."

I yanked my hand away, "What is the point of all of this? I am Karen Brewer. Not just anybody."

"Karen, the point is that right now I do not think you are happy. I know your mommy is not happy. Your daddy is not happy. Your stepparents are not happy. Your friends are not happy. Your siblings are not happy. No one is happy with how you are behaving and treating them. I honestly think you are the unhappiest of all of them. We are suggesting a way for you and your family to be happy. Your mommy and daddy have both agreed. I think you will be happy too if you agree." Dr. Brannon reached for a coffee mug that was sitting by him and took a sip.

I wanted to say I disagreed with him. I wanted to tell him again why I deserved everything I wanted without having to lift a finger. But then I remembered how I had cried while I was alone in the quiet room. Besides they were willing to let me go to church. I had really wanted to go to church with one of my friends. This is what got me into trouble in the the first place.

Except now I just wanted to be happy. He was right. I was sad. I was lonely because only my best frenemy Pamela was willing to play with me right now. She was ok but I preferred the three musketeers and how much fun we used to have together. I also wanted Andrew to like me again since he was the only baby brother I had.

I took a deep breath, "Okay I will do my best to compromise. I agree with the plan."

Mommy hugged me again, "I am so happy. Now that is my Karen that I know and love."

I hugged her back, "I cannot wait to plan the apology party. Will you help me, Mommy?"

"Of course I will, Karen," Mommy said.

We said goodbye to Dr. Brannon and left his office. I was feeling so much better now.

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