Fannie sat across from a plush, brown leather chair, a twin to the one she currently sat in, waiting for her session to start. She’d reluctantly agreed to this, but an offhand comment by a friend in regard to her current ex-boyfriend had gotten her thinking. Maybe she did have commitment issues. She couldn’t recall ever having a serious relationship; even her friendships were mostly surface level, save for a couple.
So here she sat, waiting for her therapist to arrive. It helped that they’d met a few times, having some of the same friends, and he’d always seemed kind, intelligent. And he was very handsome. But that wasn’t what she was here for. She needed to figure out what was driving her need to constantly cycle through men.
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