Still in Therapy

“Tell me about your dream.”

“It all seemed so easy. Short lines, getting through security. Even testing was a breeze.”

“So why didn’t you ultimately get on the plane?”

My gaze drifts to the framed PhD certificate mounted on the wall behind her. I can just barely see my reflection, the tears welling in my eyes.

“Joan, you have this habit of self-sabotage. When something feels too good to be true, you often presume that it is.”

I spin the wedding band on my finger so fast it flies off and lands in her lap.

“Why don’t you call him?”

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