It was only then that he realised he was crying, and had been for a few minutes.
On Mondays, everyone’s tired from the weekend, on Friday they’re fed up from work. Wednesday is hump day and Thursday is mini-Friday so I guess the only work people do, or at least the only good work people do is, on Tuesday.
They had planned their careers, their lives, they had planned when they were going to have me, and everything I was going to do long before I was born.
The first few months floated by in a drug-addled haze as they worked to find the ‘correct balance’ of medication. Eventually reaching a point where they felt they’d achieved what they set out to achieve and that therapy could now begin.
“Thank you so much for coming, I’m sorry I had to keep you waiting, but no matter what is going on in a school there is always something else happening. Please take a seat.”
James rolled over on the couch and looked at his therapist, who cocked an eyebrow and said.
“I can’t say that I have, but I have heard you say things like this before. I thought you were supposed to be clean?”
Do you want to know my honest opinion on why some people seem to go from one abusive relationship to another?