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.