She realized she’d been jiggling her foot. She had no idea how long she’d been jiggling it. But there it was. Gyrating in front of her, a pogo stick at the end of her ankle sitting at an odd angle on her other knee. Despite seeing it, despite realizing she should stop, it continued. ItContinue reading “Therapy”
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The Husband
“I think,” she took a deep breath, “No, I feel like,” she let out an exasperated growl and took a deep breath letting it out audibly before saying, “My husband hates women.” “That’s interesting,” the therapist said, tilting her head to the right a bit, “you are a woman. Does your husband hate you?” “No,”Continue reading “The Husband”
