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“I’et a divorce! You want one too! You just can’t bring yourself to say the words, so I’ it for the both of us!”

“Oh, that’s fucking rich You know everything, don’t you?”

“Oh, please! You want to talk about egos? Yours is so fucking big I’m surprised you’re able to walk past the doors of our therapist’s office!”

“Kinley, Christian…”

“What?!” we both yelled in unison, glaring at our e counselor

This poor woman

The number of times she had to play mediator between us in the last year was not lost onto interfere with our dragged-out fights I couldn’t re at each other

“We’ve talked about this before You need to learn to use your feeling words Shouting at one another isn’t going to solve anything”

“There’s nothing to solve according todivorce papers in a few days, remember?”

“I know, but in the meantime, you can still try to express yourselves in a positive way”

I glanced at hi out s like I want a divorce and you don’t, it really upsetsblame ontime”

With a condescending expression on his face, he replied, “Kinley… I don’t want to upset you, but when you say I want a divorce too, it’s co back at our therapist “I don’t have a feeling word for bullshit other than what it is which is fucking bullshit”

“Do you see, Dr Webb?” I pointed at him “Do you see what I have to deal with? He’s an asshole!”

“Kinley,” she said in that soothing voice I hated