therapy

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”

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”