I felt like a baby, left at the babysitter's place by my beautiful Mommy who went out for work and didn't have time to look after her wailing, annoying baby. But in reality, she - not my Mother, but Myra - left me with my shrink at the time my appointment had been booked and adjusted her work hours between that time period.
I felt like I had been making her sacrifice so many things just for my sake, that I was starting to feel like a burden.
"So, I've heard that you've made progress."
The shrink perused me with his bespectacled gaze while I just sat in the leather chair in front of him and sighed. I really didn't want to be here even today, in front of him. It wasn't about his work, or how he treated me - he was brilliant, and exceptionally professional in that manner.
The problem w
