“May you always be this happy!” they kept on wishing me, and I thought, Oh no, please not!
I ’ve finally had enough of living happily ever after.
Now I’m sitting in some therapist’s chair wondering where to start. She’s a petite middle-aged woman with a short brown sheitel and too much mascara. I feel myself blushing under her steady gaze.
“I… have quite a story ” I begin. No that’s no good. Let me start again.
“I have a problem ” I try again and I’m off.
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