Day 65

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My mum came in today. She asked me how I was  and I was dealing with this all. Of course, I couldn't reply. She drove me in silence to my next therapy session.

I finally came to turns with what I did to you. Like I said in the last letter, I didn't mean for this and I'm sorry.

Dr Wilson asked if I'm still writing letters to you. I didn't reply. I can't deal with more lectures. I'm sick of it. The constant complaining of how I live my life was getting tedious.

She sighed and started talking about something else. I guess now she knows I still write them.

For once, I stayed in therapy for the whole session.

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