James sat across from her at the other end of the table. He almost grabbed a slice of pizza before she did. He apologized. She yelled “Stop fucking saying you’re sorry you fucking pussy!” She was in her bra, they had just attempted sex but James didn’t think they were ready. James apologized for everything. He looked at the floor, “Sorry.” She yelled at him again.

      James liked the abuse. Her negative statements strengthened his cognitive distortions about himself. She helped him reinforce his thoughts of worthlessness, un-attractiveness and stupidity about himself. At least somebody agreed with him. At least someone understood him. He looked at her and said “I really appreciate the time we spend together.” She retorted, “Your a fucking pussy you know that? Most guys would kill to fuck me, and you order me fucking flowers instead!”

      A good part of James died today but all he had to say was “I’m really sorry.”