I'm home I'm home I'm home I'm home

Okay, okay now it's story time.
Once apon a time, around 3 pm, I had to go to therapy. This therapist had all my ramblings and thoughts through out my most current episode. Even the thread I wrote about divorcing my husband. Yeah it sucks when you don't remember what notes you throw under T's door.

Well my husband and his long winded-ness was my saving grace today. I didn't have to talk much. So I didn't incriminate myself. She already had the paperwork all filled out for my stay before I even walked in! That's why she didn't call me and tell me she wouldn't. She even went over the requirements with me and there's the word "appropriate" . It's not my opinion of appropriate but hers. How fair is that?!

So my husband convinced her I was doing better. I wasn't going to talk, I'd surely talk her into my stay. I had already yelled at her once in less then an hour meeting. I have never even raised my voice with her. She gave me another appointment and let me go home.

Happily ever after... The End!