7 years later after my sophomore year in college here I am in my own private practice of psychology, following my dads foot steps. Another reason for my mom to hate me, not following her foot steps being a surgeon.

I have a partner her name is Skye, she works for the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston. She gave me a daughter her name is Rayne. She is wonderful bright red hair green eyes olive tone skin, she is 4 years old. She will be starting pre school soon. Her first word was ‘kitty’ isn’t that adorable.

"Spence! Your 10 o’clock is here."

"Bring him in."

A few seconds later a man with a black eye walks in.

"Tim what happened?"

"Well you wouldn’t believe me. So this guy comes up to me and asks why I slept with his wife. And next thing his fist was in my face."

"Why do you do this to your self?"

He rambles on.

I listen carefully and asks ‘and how does that make you feel?’ that whole skit what therapist are suppose to say.

Times up.