Chapters (57)
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
“Yeah, sure, of course. I love this part, you know? Where I get to sit on your couch.”
“Yes. Listen…”
“It’s a nice one too. Real leather. You must make the big bucks, Doc. You probably don’t even need me buying you bottles of wine! And you don’t even take insurance.”
“Yes. Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“About what? Insurance? I haven’t used that. My mom has been paying for all the sessions.”
“That’s the thing. She hasn’t. I have explained to you multiple times that she feels you have not made enough progress during these sessions and she doesn’t want to pay for them anymore, and as you know, I don’t take insurance.”
“But I disagree. I feel like we have made a lot of progress. This really helps me, you know? I like coming here.”
“Whether or not you have the potential to progress during these sessions, it’s reasonable that she doesn’t want to continue paying after you have been coming to me for over two years.”
“Well, that’s dumb.”
“Regardless, this is her decision. And as I explained to you in our last several sessions, I have not received payment for two months now.”
“Oh. I get it. This is about money.”
“Unfortunately, this is a business. I have bills to pay. And if you’re not compensating me for my services—”
“But I don’t have the money, Doc. You’re expensive, you know? Who can afford that? I’m not rich like my parents. All I get is this tiny allowance that barely even covers my rent and car.”
“We have spoken multiple times about how beneficial it would be if you looked for a job.”
“Doc, I’m trying, okay? I can’t get a job. It’s not that easy. I don’t have a bunch of fancy degrees like you do.”
“You’re a college graduate.”
“Yeah, so what? Everybody’s a college graduate. Look, I’ll pay you eventually. You have my word. Can’t I have a tab?”
“I’m afraid that wouldn’t be fair.”
“Fair? Fair to who?”
“Fair to the people who pay for these sessions.”
“That’s bullshit, Doc! And it’s not like you need the money. I mean, you had that bestselling book. I bet you made a fortune. Look at this place you got here. You should pay me to hear all my interesting life stories.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“Sure it is. I bet you could write a whole book about my life. You would probably make a million bucks off of it. That would pay for my sessions, wouldn’t it?”
“It doesn’t work that way.”
“So you’re just going to cut me off because I can’t afford your sessions anymore? Goodbye and good luck?”