I wasn't supposed to take on any new clients.
All my current couples were already a handful.
A marriage therapist with a failing marriage.
If only they knew.
That is until Kami Lynn walked into my office without her husband.
I only treated couples.
I was supposed to help save her marriage; instead, I was the main reason for its destruction.
I did everything the way I was supposed to.
I graduated college.
Went straight into my career.
Got married and had a few crotch goblins and even accepted an outside baby for that man.
Then why am I sitting on my couch with a bottle of wine, bills scattered all over the coffee table and divorce papers that I have been prolonging on giving my husband?
So, no … I don't need any help. I'm fine … thanks.