CHAPTER 12
I wonder what Dr. Jacob is thinking by this point as I ramble on. She probably assumes my depression is all related to my marriage problems. That I made a huge mistake, married my high-school sweetheart, and wound up in the ER or something so many times that eventually I left him in the middle of the night and fled here. It’s the type of story she must listen to week in and week out at a shelter like this.
I feel like I should defend Chris whenever she asks about him, but if I do that, she’s just going to lump me into the same category as those mousey girls in group, the ones who go on and on about how he’s so much kinder to me when he’s not stressed out at work, and I just need to find a way to keep from irritating him. Says the girl with three broken ribs, a black eye, and a
