I read an article once that said the top stressors that tear people down are separation from a spouse, serious health issues, and expensive problems with one’s home. The piece didn’t mention anything about killing people, especially children, but I can attest that it’s number one. My relationship just went down the toilet, everyone in town hates me, a lawsuit is a matter of course, and I just got my ass kicked in front of a bunch of latte drinkers. I’m guessing that I’ll be diagnosed with gangrene next followed by my house burning to the ground.
Oh man, I need some ice cream and cake with my pity party.
I jump at the shrill ring of the phone. Still looking at the closed door, I fumble for the receiver on the end table. “Sam here.”
“It’s me. Sup?”
“Mark,” I say, more like a sigh than a greeting.
“You hanging in there, my friend?”
“Yeah.”
“You want the good news or bad news first?”
“Shit.”
“Sam, you sound awful. You need anything? You want me to come by?”
“I’m… fine. Just tired.”
“Okay. Well, the good news is that you can take off as much time as you want before coming back to work. The boss wants you to see the shrink again. It’s mandatory. You know all that.
“Yeah,” I say softly. What was that word the man in the park used? Some word that meant suffering. I’m starting to understand what he meant.
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