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Counseling: A Fictional Narrative

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You never really realize you’re a victim until it’s all over and a counselor is repeatedly telling you not to blame yourself. “We finished your last session discussing how you still miss the old Robert. Why don’t we talk about when you realized how much he had changed or we can just talk about any memories that have been keeping you up.” My therapist always made me feel in control, giving me options, so I could decide where the conversation was headed. It was a feeling I hadn’t had in years. That day, unlike most, I felt empowered, despite how I knew the memories would make me wake in a cold sweat later. “I keep remembering the times where he’d threaten me or threaten to kill himself. A part of me still wishes he had.” “Wish he had hurt …show more content…

“It started off great. He was sweet and romantic and my family loved him. He would bring me flowers or strum his guitar for me.” She stopped biting her glasses. I could already hear the question waiting on her lips. “Do you want to remember him that way?” “I’d love to just believe that Robert and I just weren’t meant to be. That we ended on good terms and with happy memories, but I can’t forget what happened. It’s a part of me now. I still remember the first time he hurt me.” All of my AP classes were in the morning so I would get to see Robby after the first lunch bell. As of today we will have been together for two months, so I decided to dress up for him. I had a new pair of jeans that fit perfectly along with a cute peplum top. I really hoped he would like my outfit. He was walking out the door as soon as I turned the corner. “Hey Robby! Over here.” He walked over wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering into my ear, “I missed you all weekend. No more of those long softball trips out of town. I need my girl by my side.” I laughed into his neck, hugging him back. “You ready to go eat? I promised Brittany and Tyler we’d meet them for

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