𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 | ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 | ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ʜᴜɴɴᴍᴀɴ

ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ʜᴜɴɴᴍᴀɴ ᴀꜱ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ

ᴀɴɢᴡɪ ᴛᴀᴄʜᴏ ᴀꜱ ᴍɪʏᴀ ʜᴜɴɴᴀᴍ

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐏.𝐎.𝐕

I shakily grabbed the water bottle from my therapist and took a sip of the cold water. My palms we're beyond sweaty and my nerves we're starting to get to me. Never in a million years did I think that I would visit a therapist to help me with my marriage and mental health, but after turning to family for help and not getting anywhere, this was my last option.

My first couple of sessions with Rebecca was absolutely nerve-racking. Our conversation we're short and awkward, but after seeing her a couple more times I've found myself opening up to her.

For a solid month, she focused solely on me. She listened to me vent, battle locked up demons, and tried to help me better communication skills. Obviously, it isn't going to take one month for years of bad habits to disappear, but lately, things have been starting to look better.

Today though? I don't know about that.

Once we hit our two-month mark with each other, Rebecca decided to switch up how we go about things. Every tension we would have a new topic to talk about, and today's topic is about my sex life. Great.

Rebecca sat down on the couch opposite me and waited for me to start speaking. Since I've started these sessions both me and Rebecca came to a mutual agreement that if she didn't push me I would talk, and if that meant sitting in silence for thirty minutes then so be it.

Taking a deep breath, I waited for my heart to stop beating so fast before I decided to talk. "The past year my sex life has taken a turn for the worst. We only have sex two times out of a whole month and when we do it feels like a job-well for me." I said running my hands down my face.

This shit is so embarrassing.

"Is it because you lack sexual urges or..." Rebecca trailed off.