Discharging Myself From Your Marriage
Language: en
By the third year of my marriage to Christian, I had become the most reliable emotional specimen in his private psychiatric clinic. Three psychological evaluations a week. One deep hypnosis session a month. Christian told me it was all to cure my chronic insomnia. And I believed him. Without a single doubt. Until yesterday, when I woke up early from my trance and heard his voice drifting through the thin walls of the adjoining observation room. "Keep pushing her." "The more authentic her breakdown, the better the desensitization therapy works for Callie." The therapist hesitated, his voice…