The beginning or the end…

I’ve worked my entire life to be where I am at this very moment. I finished college, which was a chore in itself. Landed a decent job in my field of choice. Married the woman of my dreams. The kids, cars, homes, by all rights, I can say I made it.

But if I did, then why am I so miserable.

Now I’m sitting here in Dr. You’re Hiding Your Feelings office about to go thru my first hour of torture.

Not to be petty of anything, but she should be here too. I mean, I didn’t create this drama on my own. This session wasn’t even my idea.

To be fair and honest thou, I did blow up. I’ve never been so angry in my life. My teeth were bleeding as I screamed. I Broke my foot, kicking out his car windows. I threw things in the fire that were very important to us.

Eyes bloodshot red. My face should’ve been stained with tears of blood. I was hurt. But all of that didn’t have to happen. It never should have ever happened. But it did.

All because you brought him into my home. Why? That’s the question that needs to be answered. And unless Dr. You’re Hiding Your Feelings was there, or you told them why you did it already, this is pointless.

Brandy… This is on you.

“Mr. Lyle, please head to room 1017.” And it begins.