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The Psychologist …. maybe

I was sitting at my work desk when I realised I couldn’t pretend anymore. I couldn’t spend another 11 years like I just had, being someone’s side project. I didn’t want to play house with the Psychologist anymore.

I sent a very short emotionless text. ” I’m not coming home” … “That’s ok what time will you be home tomorrow?” … “No. I’m never coming home, I don’t want this anymore. I’ve had enough. I’m out”

This was the start of starting again .. again

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