“Why do you think you’re here?” asked the doctor,” Uhh… because I’m crazy,” Timothy answered back.

“Well I don’t think your crazy Timmy, I—”

“Don’t call me Timmy,”

“Ok, ok Timothy, I don’t think you’re crazy, I think you just need some help,”

“All I needed was some help before, when I was out there going about my life, and coming in for therapy every week. If I just needed help I wouldn’t be here,”

“Aww, you used to get therapy?”

“Well I didn’t know what else to do,”

“Life wasn’t going the way you planned was it? What did you do to get in here Timmy?”

“Don’t call me Timmy,”

“Timothy, I understand you had some problems with your marriage, with your wife?”

“As a child I remember seeing my father beat my mother,”

“What does this have to do with–”

“Shh! He used to tell me the only way to keep a woman in line is for the man to show her whose boss, I never wanted to end up like my father but–”

“But you’ve recently realized you’ve become him,”

“No! no, I’m nothing like my father, that’s the point, ugh, just listen,”

“I’m all ears,” the Doctor said picking up his mug filled with tea and putting it to his lips as Timothy began to speak, “My father implanted this ideal marriage in my head. I didn’t like it when he hurt my mother and yet the idea of it being the manly thing to do stuck with me… so when my wife started beating me–”

The doctor spit up just a little of his tea being startled by this information, “Excuse me?”

“Yes I know, I must be awfully weak, I know, but I didn’t want to hurt her, I loved her, so if she came after me I let her,”

“That’s understandable,”

“Really?”

“Sure you’re a respectful man,”

“So it was kinda’ bothering me,”

“Kinda’?”

“Yeah, well it was bothering me, so I went to see a therapist,”

“Timmy?”

“Don’t call me that!”

“I apologize, really, I’m forgetful,”

“It’s ok,”

“Timothy what did you do to get in here?”

Timothy didn’t seem to here him, he seemed lost in thought, then he whispered, “You know therapy didn’t help that much.”

“Sometimes people aren’t getting the right kind of help,”

“I remember I was already for a session, I opened the door, and there was my wife cheating on me,”

“Oh how dreadful, Timothy you still haven’t told me what you did to get in here, You can tell me, I’m like your therapist. What did you do?”

“Oh, I uh… I killed my therapist.”