“I think we pushed too far, I man I pushed too far,” my
husband told the man, I recognized as his brother, Dominic the shrink.
I didn’t under any of
this how had gotten here? John had
treated me badly for weeks beaten me kept me prisoner in the house but this?
John had tried to kill me and changed his mind.
“Melanie, are you feeling better?” Dominic asked.
“Who are you?”
“Your doctor, Dominic Reiner. Do you know why you’re here?”
“Someone must have drugged me.”
“You know that’s not true, you took handfuls of those
pills,” my husband blurted.
“John, would you wait outside?”
John compiled and left.
Dominic started his shrink mumbo jumbo. I of course insisted
that I had been drugged but was ignored probably because Dominic was in on it I
concluded. Weeks went by and I was trapped held against my will. Dominic plied
me with drugs which I pretended to take and palmed. I told Dominic what he
wanted to hear. Two months later I was released into my husband’s care.
John pretended to care made nice; but when his back was turned I put my pills
into his coffee and then I called an ambulance saying he’d tried to kill
himself with my pills. I transferred him
to a safer environment for him, a hospital that still tried some of the older
methods to cure depression. One of the doctor’s gave him a lobotomy John’s much
nicer now.
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