“I slept with my ex.” The bald words barrel out of me. “Twice.” “Okay.” Dr. Musa adjusts his glasses, his professional demeanor unshaken. “Before we go there, let’s—” “Naaaaaaaaw, Doc. We need to go straight there. I don’t need no deep breaths. No affirmations. And I for damn sure don’t need that feelings wheel. I know exactly how I feel.” “Then tell me how you feel.” “Like an idiot.” “That’s not a feeling.” “Dammit. Gimme the wheel.” Lips pressed and holding back a smile, he hands me the sheet of paper with the bright colors and emotions listed on it. I look at them, struggling to find myself
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