Please take him. I don’t want him.
I need to apologize to the universe, then maybe it will free me from the therapy sickness that The Therapist gave me.
All of you clients can have him. You can kiss him and live with him and play golf with him and eat Doritos with him and watch Love Is Blind with him and go to the beach with him and drive through Southwest Virginia with him and listen to bluegrass with him and run your fingers through his hair and see him smile and get compliments from him and compliment him back and just have at it every which way why don’t you, because I won’t be jealous or upset. I want him out of my life like he was never in it, same as he did with me.
I’m just a tossed out broken client who hopes if I apologize to the universe that I’ll be granted some mercy from this pain I’m in.
I’m sorry universe. I’m sorry I thought a handsome therapist was no potential problem. I didn’t know I could ever like the kind of guy who all women want. I never liked one before so I had no idea I ever would. I don’t know why I instantly thought of him as my friend. I’m so sorry to be that unrealistic. I never before or since thought of any other therapist as my friend. I don’t know why I did that with The Therapist.
I’m sorry I trusted him. What a stupid concept. Pay a strange guy to listen to your problems and deepest feelings and don’t worry, he will never use anything you say to hurt you. How stupid clients are if they actually believe that bullshit. Of course therapists will use it against their clients if they get upset or annoyed or for any reason they want. Duh.
I’m sorry I liked him for so long and refused to let go of the version of him who was kind to me. Obviously that was just him acting. The real him is a gaslighting stonewalling emotionally immature crackpot addict redneck. My opinion of course, universe, you can think of a better description I’m sure.
There I apologized for letting him into my life.
Universe, can I please feel better now?