"How did he react when things ended?" She asks.
"I'm not sure" I shrug. I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat before I clarify my response. "We had a fight. He went out of town on a business trip and I packed up all of my things and left him a note" Saying it out loud makes me want to burst into tears, and so I do. How the f**k could I do that to him? What is wrong with me? I couldn't even sit him down and explain to him what I was feeling and why I was feeling it. I'm an awful person.
"It's alright, here" Dr Lawrence attempts to calm me down as I quietly sob into my hands, pushing the tissue box closer towards me. I pull out a couple of tissues and use them to wipe my cheeks, I can't believe I'm just openly sobbing to this stranger about my love life. I work to get my breath
