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[story] empty chair work (part two) - Jayne Renault
I clear my throat and pull it together in spite of his disarming charisma. “I understand that you are who you are,” I say to him, avoiding his face by tugging my sleeves over my hands again. “And I placed unrealistic expectations on you. But having to navigate… everything with you. With us. The highs and lows. My depression. Your substance abuse. Our infidelities. Your narcissism. All the conversations I was too scared to have..."