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My therapist probably takes me for some stupid little housewife with no real life knowledge at all.

„Write down everything that you’ve never said to him or yourself. Write, that you hate him for making you raise his daughter, while he was dragging around the next silicone doll in the next shiny new car. Write, that he has never fucked you like real man with his tiny penis, that he never knew about the boy from the third floor, which at his 18 years was much more of a bigger man that he will ever be. Write as if you were screaming…“

Well, I wrote. It would have been better if I just screamed. I’m still pissed off at me, not because I let him go, but because I lied to myself for so long, that he’s the best I can ever have. And what do I have now? Just myself. My breasts are round and heavy, as if they were full of milk. My nipples were going to pierce through my blouse, while the doctor was stairing at me, thinking that my eyes were closed. My legs are my fitness instructor’s pride and joy and when I walk, I can feel the the people’s eyes behind me, drawning in my juicy ass.

So what? Every night, it’s just me and the Daiquiris. My daughter would go out every night with her friends or stay in her room and chat online. I personally had enough of keyboard typing, giving hardons to some retarded morons like my husband, but having nobody that can make my pussy wet.

My therapist can go fuck himself! Instead he should be writing his own thoughts when he’s watching me on the couch. Maybe that will help him to lose that permanent wood he keeps in his pants while I’m there. He probably sits in a manner, so I can see his grown package under the thin white cotton doctor uniform. At least you can see that he’s well packed. And not only…mhm… what am I writing… I’m going crazy or something. Damn with you men!