Session Eleven
SESSION ELEVEN
DESERT FLOWER THERAPY
“You bought into the practice?”
I nod. “I did. I was terrified, but I did it. After all the fear of the unknown and failure subsided, I felt proud of myself.”
“It sounds like Gabriel supported you in the decision.”
I look down at my hands. “He was always very supportive of my career. If only I’d made his more of a priority.”
“You didn’t?”
“Not the way I should have. I let him continue in a job that did nothing for his soul. He was good at it, but it took too much from him. Emotionally.” Day by day, the light in Gabriel’s eyes slowly dimmed. I hate myself for not stepping in back then, for not turning myself inside out to stop it from happening. “I kept letting him sacrifice for us. For me.”
Dr. Ruben crosses an ankle over the opposite knee. “I’ve got news for you. Unless you’re threatening violence, you can’t force someone to sacrifice. He did that on his own.”