Therapy Session

“All my life, men have told me they loved me, then left me in that same breath.”

“Why do you think they leave? Do you blame yourself?”

I spin the gold band around my ring finger.  The only reminder I have of my ill-fated marriage, though no one knows. We eloped.

“Let’s talk about your father?”

“He left when I was ten.”

“Joan.”

I look up. Her eyes chide me over the rim of her glasses. Our routine for the last two months.

“You’re only wasting your money if you don’t open up.”

“I’ll see you next week, Dr. Sims.”

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