“You seem angry.”

I like my therapist. I started going to him not long after my husband moved out and he even reduced his rate a bit to see me. He never pushes me too hard, or blames everything on my childhood. (I hate that).

And he seems to abhor Dr. Phil as much as I do.

But right now I feel like punching the shit out of him.

“Wow Doc, is that your professional opinion?”

I look out the window and chew on my bottom lip before I have to see him smirk.

I hate when he does that.

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