Are You Tired of Me My Darling? Oh Answer Only with Your Eyes
If someone stepping on your throat apologizes for doing so, it doesn't mean a lot if she doesn't lift her foot and let you breathe. Last night's tandem therapy session (hard to call therapy with Shayla, marriage therapy, when the goal isn't to recouple) was Jenny talking for 45 minutes, and me listening, largely in silence. Jenny is in excellent spirits because she is feeling much better than she has since chemotherapy began. Also, I don't discuss Eric the pinché motherfucker. She mentioned last night a couple of things worth noting. One is, she is ever so grateful how I am caring for her. But, she just can't let go of Eric the pinché motherfucker. Two, she is upset I am talking to people about the affair--and that apparently I didn't tell Kelly (which one?) that I had an affair 10 years ago (when we were separated as a result of an affair she had). With regard to the former, I told her the story of falling in love w...