Damn It!! Why I May Be Looking for a New Therapist - AGAIN. In 100 Words

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I toss the keys in the bowl by the front door. “You’re home early,” says Mr. J. “Did I get confused? I thought you were going to therapy.” “She kicked me out,” I replied. “What?” “She asked some surface questions about how I was doing, then proposed we see each other every two or three weeks from now on. She asked me what my goals were. I said, ‘Dealing with . . . this.’” Then she got up and scheduled a new appointment. She said, “Okay.” This was clearly my cue to leave. I was barely there for 20 minutes.