BETTY
Once again, I felt like I had failed the people who helped me during the break up; like Dwight and my therapist, I hadn't followed rose advise to the end and because of that I avoided her for weeks, not due to my busy schedule, no, I avoided her because I was so embarrassed, embarrassed to admit that I’d slept with Adam.
The same man who broke me and made me question my worth. The man who almost took my life.
Every time I sat on my couch, I imagined I was at her office, sitting across from her, watching her click her pen, pausing on the notepad. Then she would gaze into my eyes with those hazel brown eyes, a mix of disgust and calm. “And how did this make you feel? Did it ease the pain you were feeling?”
That was what I imagined she would ask me.
And my response would be, “
