in semi-darkness, striving to find a comfortable pose in this armchair for sipping a glass of his gift bourbon. It's the longest therapy in his career, but everything should have a good ending. Or a bad one, does it matter? Dr. Steves took a deep, pained breath and closed his eyes. There is still some time before the session, he may relax.
You must disdain me… You gave me the simplest task and it doesn't seem like I did it right. I tried to erase Julie from my life, wake up, go running, do my job, then museum or poker club. Sometimes I skipped one of the parts. And there were days when I skipped them all. Julie refused to visit a final session, so it might be a total break up. She still has been a part of my life, though. Dr. Steves, what do you think?
I didn't promise to save your family, Thomas. Couple therapy might be devastating, it's not a panacea. I want to save you because you are willing to work, it's crucial in any recovery. We just need some time. Tell me what you feel and how your attitude to Julie changed during all of our sessions.
You are a good specialist, sir. But you take this case partially, that's why you don't understand me. All these meetings, with me, you, Julia - it's just a tricky scenario. And he probably helped to make it up for her, so all our work was just a waste of time. I'm not a good fit for her, that's all. And I don't feel as if I cured.
I'm not sure if I understand, Thomas.
You should, doc. Julia has another man, and it has been for a long time. I've heard appraisals only, not from her, obviously. She probably thinks he is much better with me. He doesn't stutter and mumble when he doesn't know which restaurant to visit; he doesn't complain and has a better job. You know me quite good, doc. How do you think, do I have a chance to organize my life so she could get back? Maybe my personality isn't capable of that. Her new man is a psychiatrist, I've heard. He just messed with her mind to seduce her, I'm absolutely sure.
Dr. Steves gazed into Thomas' eyes, being ready to snap at him:
I'm a psychologist, Thomas. Psychologist! It's different, don't you see the discrepancy? What do you actually see?
John put his overcoat on like lightning: in a minute he was outside, going straight forward, to the subway station. He needs to feed the cat, pick up his dirty clothes off the floor. Concentration on small life tasks wasn't a bad idea, for what it's worth. He felt like there was a big chance to improve everything. Just time and patience, friends of eternity.
"You are kind of a curse, Julie, you know? How do you see it? Answer, answer now!" Dr. Steves made the only sharp hand motion for a day - glass splinters were all over the place. He reached in the bottom of the drawer, trying to feel a cool vial with a faded sticker. Ten minutes and it will be easier. It's a worthwhile remedy. And who could assume he would be gifted with ingratitude for all his efforts. Dr. Steves closed his eyes again, now for a much longer period of time.
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