Chapter 8

 

Dr. Morgenson wasn’t soft in handling us, despite all that had happened. He made good on his threats from the outburst at the hospital, and now we were both in a more intensive therapy program than before.

We planned to meet twice a week; once would be an individual session, and the other would be a joint session. The individual sessions were to make sure we both got back on track after months away. He said the joint session was to help us understand each other better and to make sure we opened up and communicated.

The day of our first joint session came, and my stomach was fluttering with butterflies circling within, my nerves skyrocketing.

Nathan came into the bedroom in the early afternoon and picked me up to take me into the living room where Darren was waiting to start our session. It was decided that having our therapy in my home would be less of a strain on my mangled, healing body than trying to transport me back and forth to Darren’s office. My stomach was in knots