According to the weather forecast there was a cold front moving in. It was expected to hit on Friday but to be honest, it was just like life: unpredictable.
I often found myself wondering how it had gotten to this stage.
How had I managed to find myself divorced with two kids who I never saw and a crazy ex wife who I hated. Well, I didn’t hate her but she wasn’t that likeable either.
I often thought, why had she made my life this difficult?
Some people said I needed to take responsibility but I didn’t understand what they meant. I was the victim here; I was the innocent one; everyone else was to blame.
Doctor, I don’t know why I’ve been told I need help,
Louisa sighed and sat back in her seat. She removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose to ease the headache that had steadily gotten worse over the course of the day.
Yet another man who was going to try and pull that shit with her.
Being a woman meant she already had to put up with men like this; being a psychologist meant she got the crazy of crazies who other women didn’t want to put with up anymore either.
Fuck this shit, she thought to herself.
She needed a holiday.