POV: Haven
My family, Raphael, and I all sit at the table eating dinner. We sat in silence just focusing on our food at first. I took the time to gather my thoughts and wonder what they wanted to say.
"So, Haven, we were thinking maybe it might be a good idea if you went to therapy again." Dad broke the silence. Therapy? "No, if that was going to work, it would have." The therapist wouldn't even listen to me. I did most of the talking. She rarely said a word to me. She never took notes or anything. I'm not going back.
"Why, not just try it again? What was so bad about it?" Jake asks. I groan. I told them already. "You all say you're listening to me this time, right?" I ask needing reassurance before I say anything else. "Yes, Haven. I know you said she never listened to you but I spoke
