I have kept the flower vase filled with red and white roses. I love roses and I am sure you do too. I believe the fragrance and beauty will help you get closure to all the stuff you have been dealing with.

What stuff?

You have been seeing me these past weeks so I can help you work through the process of finding closure and moving on with your life.

Is that why they call you a shrink? So you want to condense all my thoughts and experiences into one hour? You are much dumber than I imagined and yet you get to keep all the money. How fair can that be?

What a beautiful way to express my role in your life is right now. I always knew you were an intelligent woman who simply needed some mental and spiritual re-alignment to get back on track.

What life? I told you he stole my life. I don’t know about that. I am only here because my pastor wants me to be here. So get it woman! I am not here to talk about my life. I just want to see if someone may be telling the truth at least once in my lifetime.

That sounds interesting because I remember you said you trust nobody including your pastor and the so-called church people as you call them. Maybe you trust your pastor enough if he can make you come to see me. Looks like you may be dealing with some trust issues here. Am I right?

You got that right. Now can we get on with it?

Where do you want to start? I would like to start with your life…you know where we stopped last session. I know you do not feel that you have a life, but what about what is left of it? Don’t you want to go on with the rest of your life?

This man never saw anything good in whatever I did, whatever I stood for. He criticized everything about me including the way I walked, my looks, my attitude, I mean every-th-ing. I tried to hide in my belief and faith in God by praying, but even that he wanted to control. That man was a control freak.

I can relate with that; I understand.

You do? He tarnished my reputation every which way he could in order to cover up his tracks. He accused me of infidelity while he slept around with the most unlikely suspects. I was a prisoner in my own home; deprived of every right including my right to survive.

I can relate with that; I understand

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He cleverly organized groups of conspirators against me from the church to family and even the neighborhood just to break me; each time portraying himself as the victim. He released his fists of rage on me consistently making me a punching bag.

Crap! Hmm… I can understand that too. It is called psychological warfare. But don’t you see? You beat all that and you are here now because you overcame all those obstacles.

That’s not just psychological warfare, it is domestic violence, assault, a violation of my rights. Who ever does that and still tries to be a man is nuts. You hear me? Nuts! Can you relate with that too? Can you shrink that too? That a man can want to make love to his punching bag. Does that add up to you?

Maybe not, but people are funny. Not funny like ha ha. Funny like peculiar. So what happened?

But one day, I spied on him and guess who he had as his bed mate? Let’s see if you can relate with this one, because I can’t.

What? Who was it? (springing to her feet)

What’s with you woman? Why are you suddenly acting like you are about to catch up on the latest prime news celebrity gossip?

He was with...

Long silence.. Bang! Bang! Bang!

All I remember is a new color of paint on the wall; it was all red!

Guess who just got shrunk? I could have snapped, but she beat me to it!