it's a mood swing,
my psychiatrist tells me,
as i lie down
on his long comfy couch
staring at his
leafy plants on the sill.
it's a chemical
imbalance, he says.
could be genetic or
caused by
childhood trauma.
who knows,
sexual abuse,
verbal.
she wasn't coddled
enough
when a child.
maybe she fell on her head
when she was
a cheerleader.
but she's nice
one minute, and crazy
and mean
the next, i tell him.
one day she's happy and
funny
and the next day she's
in a fetal position on
the floor
threatening to kill herself.
yup, he says.
it's a rollercoaster
with these women.
they are emotional vampires
that suck the will
to live
right out of you.
if they open their mouths,
a lie falls out.
you can't fix her.
you'll be walking on eggshells
forever.
there is no solution.
you can't turn a dog into a cat.
my advice to you is to
plan a future
without her in it, or live
the rest of your life in a living
hell.
here's my divorce
lawyer's card.
he did mine,
he's reasonable.
he's a trained therapist
too.
so you'll get the two for
one deal.
he'll help you with your
long recovery.
what kind of plants are those
on your window
sill? i ask as i write him
a check, do they take a lot
of care?
they look very green
and healthy
just a little water and sunlight,
go ahead, take one.
no charge.
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