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Riposte

The counselor sat back in her chair. “So what happened after you sent the photos to the judge?”

He gave me a dirty look and replied “Nothing, The judge was more interested in how I got his email address.” I just looked at him, expressionless.

“You’ve been very quiet today, any comments?” They both looked expectantly at me.

" I cannot be responsible for his sleep issues. I mean come on, he videotaped me ALONE in the bed. Of course I was using all the blankets. Wouldn’t you? He’s become obsessed and I don’t know how much longer I can take it. I feel violated." With that, I burst into noisy tears.

The counselor passed me a box of tissues and as my crying continued, moved to sit next to me on the couch. As she patted me on the back she spoke to him.

“Do you see what your obsession is doing to your relationship? Perhaps we should meet alone next time to better focus on your issues?”

As the counselor leaned in to hug me I looked over her shoulder at him.

He glared at me.

I winked at him.

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