Rather: The Therapist (The Grey List Book 2)

by Grey Huffington

My finger was on the trigger, ready to apply the four pounds of pressure required to put a bullet right through the eyes of the busboy with a smile on his face and the deflated chest from sniggering quietly.

Will never respect this tyoe of behavior.

Though he wasn’t frolicking around, blabbering, and active like the average three and a half year old, the intricacies of his brain were far from average. His mind didn’t function like theirs either. He was wise beyond his years.

“I’ll leave you two alone. Congratulations on the baby, Howard. Hopefully she gets around to telling you about the one she birthed and deemed unfit for her lifestyle yet is responsible for the architect of the very restaurant you’re sitting in tonight.”

On Thursdays, we ditched the dinner table for dinner at Spectrum.

Awww he named the restaurant spectrum

“I think you’re stunning, my dear.

Ok “My Dear” come on through Priest

They were structured so beautifully. And, built with so much intention. Their talents were endless. Their instincts were mindblowing. Their presence was undeniable.

Discovering yourself is the first step. Becoming sure of yourself is the second step. Loving yourself, unconditionally, is the final step.

“For a woman he loves, even a woman he likes enough, a man will not have to be asked, told twice, urged, or reminded… He just will. Anything. Any day. Any time. Any place. Nothing will ever be too much to ask of or expect from him. So, crossing an ocean for a woman you love isn’t surprising to me. It’s inspiring.”

“Joel.”

theres that name again!

I know better than to fall for who I believe a man can be when who he truly is, is staring me right in the face and calling me a bold-faced liar.

Because I knew I’d need to put on something more presentable, I wouldn’t get out of the house for another ten minutes at the very least.

Is that what she is telling herself, she has to put on somethign presentable?

“Hear me well when I say don’t ever let that stop you again. I’m not a law abiding citizen, Rose. I run red lights.”

You better get it together. Chin up. Chest out, babe. You had the same ninety days he had. That’s what he failed to realize. I’m starting to believe you failed to realize it too.”

Cause i am saying. Whats good for the goose is good for the gander

“Ugh, God handed women His ass to kiss. Menstrual. Babies. Boobs. Asses. Pussies. Ovaries. Like, what the fuck was happening? Why’d we need all of that?”

Im saying, he could've kept Aunt Flo to himself. Let them niggas bleed.

“It’s true. I know my clit is tired of me. Hate to see my fingers coming. Like, pick somebody else, tonight!”

LMAO

Most women experienced the negative influence of a man’s presence. The kind that declined their health, sanity, and ability to navigate the world with a whole, fully-functioning heart. With a man beside them, they became the diminished version of themselves. And, when they passed a mirror, they hardly recognized the suppressed form of their beauty.

“No ma’am,” Roulette protested. “I’m going to beat your ass like Richie and Rhea should’ve if you run your tall ass out there like you have no couth. You know better, Rather.”