~~ Chapter 1 ~~
"He lied to me."
"Why do you feel like he lied to you, Katherina?" She constantly repeated- trying to get a answer out of me.
Grinding my teeth together, looking over at the clock that hung on the wall over the therapist's head.
Drumming my hands against the expensive leather couch. Humming a James Bond theme song to irritate her.
"Look, I could sit here and wait until you give me something, I could just sit here and play Candy Crush on my phone until this half hour runs out or I can actually do my job." She paused.
"Okay, let's start with what do you do when your stressed. What do you do for fun, what do you do to realx yourself, and then we will finish off with a couple of question and why do you feel like he lied to you." She gave me suggestions to start off with and I nodded.
"What do you do when your stressed?" She asked.
"I get some dick from my side boy, Trey. His stroke game is A1. It feels like you be on cloud nine. He does this thing with is tongue It feels so amazing-" I say laughing from the inside. She was surprised by my choice of blunt words.
Plus I could still be high?... I don't know?...
She took off her glasses then asked...
"What do you do for fun?"
"I hang out with my son Haz. We go to movies and all that other stuff he likes to do. I also love dance and sing" I say.
"What do you do to relax?" I had to think about this one.
"I smoke." I say. My eyes wondering around the room even further.
"Oh, Okay so I think we can start off with your Ex-husband...Right?" She asked.
"Why do you feel like he lied to you?" She asked once again.
Giving in, making my self comfortable, because I knew she'll keep me here until I pour out I felt those six years ago.
You see the plan is for her to give me that yellow slip on her desk so I can haul ass out of here. My older sister Tiff wanted me to go to therapy to talk about my problems, which I have none. But she thinks I do, and since I won't talk about it with her she's forcing me to go to therapy.
Bitch move, I know.
She said all I have to do is get that yellow slip and she won't even bring up me going to therapy.
She didn't care how I get, as long as you get that yellow slip. She was to busy eating the shit of chicken she didn't even notice the words that came out of her mouth.
So here I am to talking about my past feelings for my Ex-husband and how he betrayed me and all that other disrespecting shit he has done to me.
But the thing is, I just don't care anymore. It's in the past.
He's not worthy of my love, because He Ain't shit.
Preparing to put on a show preparing myself for the fake tears.
I might as well get this shit over with.
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You Ain't Shit
Fanfiction" Accecpt yourself as you are. And that is the most difficult thing in the world, because it goes against your training, education, your culture. From the very beginning you been told how you should be; Nobody has ever told that you are as good as...
