Psychotherapy Part 2
"Eight years," I thought as I left Jennifer's office. "Eight. Years. Eight. Fucking. Years. And she pulls this shit. Who the fuck did she think she was? If I wanted this, I would have gone to a dominatrix. It would've cost me a hell of a lot less, and I wouldn't have wasted all those lunch hours." I could feel myself scowling and clenching my fists. I must have made some sight walking down Broadway to the train. "Fuck her. Just fuck her," I thought. A woman stared at me. I glowered...