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Therapy Guy is back from vacation. Now I have a safe place to cry instead of leaking all over town. He thinks I need to cry more, I think he needs to shut up. ‘Did you miss me’ he says? I admit I did. ‘That’s progress’, he says, ‘you’d never have admitted that a year ago.’ ‘Shut up’ I say. I really mean fuck you. He hates when I say fuck you, finds shut up disrespectful. How does he know … Continue reading →