Trina: Thank you for seeing me, dr. Weisenbachfeld.190Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGX6tHNp4WN
Mendel: No problem. Sit down, my dear. I hear you have a problem.
Trina: Yes. I do.
Mendel: So you’re Marvin’s wife, right?
Trina: EX-wife. I assume you knew that…you’ve been Marvin’s psychiatrist for years, now…
Mendel: Right. Of course. My apologies. So, your “problem”. Angry or sad?
Trina: Well, I-
Mendel: No, no, you don’t have to respond. It’s one of those questions that you don’t answer.
Trina: Oh. Sorry.
Mendel: No need.
Mendel: Well, you were right, I’ve been Marvin’s psychiatrist for years and years and I know one thing for sure… Marvin’s wife must relax.
Trina: You know what he used to tell me? Love isn’t sex. He actually told me that over the phone! The prick couldn’t even-
Mendel: Breathe deep, my dear, I can feel you getting upset. Your pain is my priory. You can take your time. Put your head in my hands.
Trina: I was everything he wanted. I was his perfect housewife that brought him everything and provided everything he ever wanted in life. I was truly perfect. We wed. We had a child. It all seemed so perfect. That is, until one day he came home from work and told me he had “hepatitis” - which he didn’t - just so I could get me apparently grubby little hands away from him. I just feel so stupid for loving him… I feel-
Mendel: Love is blind, as I always say. Love can tell a million stories. In other words, do not blame yourself for falling.
Trina: Maybe. But I always did try my best to help around the house. I didn’t go to work so I could take care of the others in the house… They weren’t thankful, though. Jason was brooding. Marvin was complaining constantly, it almost made me wonder why I chose this family. Jason and Marvin had a strange father-son relationship. Jason would say awful things about his father, and Marvin would just…stand there and take it. Anyway, I have to hand it to him, Marvin did try by leaving candies and notes stating “will you be my valentine”. He really did try to get me to believe that he loved me. But I knew he didn’t. He just wasn’t as responsive as I was. Wasn’t touchy or happy. And then one day…I saw Marvin kissing a boy. Yep. Kissing boys. Because, apparently, that’s a thing Marvin likes to do. God, I feel so stupid. How could I not know?! How did I-
Mendel: Love is blind, dear. Remember? Love can tell a million stories. Do not worry in the slightest. It isn’t your fault.
Trina: Sure feels like it is. But I guess it’s true…love is blind.
(Author: So sorry! Is this too short? Whatever, it’s published now lmao)
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