Session Six
SESSION SIX
DESERT FLOWER THERAPY
“You fell in love quickly.” Dr. Ruben’s head tips sideways as he speaks, like he’s making a query. He’s not. I like how he can make a statement based solely off my retelling.
“With Gabriel, it was painless. No obstacles. He was so damn easy to love.” I stare at the tiny flecks of brown in the cream carpeting, then look up. “He was pretty much perfect.”
Dr. Ruben raises his eyebrows at me. I wonder if he treats all his patients with a casual familiarity, or if it is just because I once occupied the same role. “Nobody is perfect.”
I blink twice, exasperated.
He shrugs. “Trite, but true. Why did you think he was perfect?”
“He was exceptionally kind. Empathetic. Not everyone is emotionally intelligent, but he was. He was patient. Funny, but not too silly. Sensitive, but still masculine.” Goose bumps dot my legs at my description of him.
Dr. Ruben dips his head, making a show out of pretending to acquiesce. “Sounds perfect. When did you realize he had a flaw?”
“The night I met his mother.”