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I reveal a great deal about myself. Despite my best efforts at invisibility, I’m showing you who I am.” Alicia looked up. She stared at me, her chin slightly tilted—was there a challenge in that look? At
last I had her attention. I shifted in my seat.
“The point is, what can we do about this? We can ignore it and deny it and pretend this therapy is
all about you. Or we can acknowledge that this is a two-way street and work with that. And then we can really start to get somewhere.”
I held up my hand. I nodded at my wedding ring.
“This ring tells you something, doesn’t it?”
Alicia’s eyes ever so slowly moved in the direction of the ring.
“It tells you I’m a married man. It tells you I have a wife. We’ve been married for nearly nine
years.”
No response, yet she kept staring at the ring.
“You were married for about seven years, weren’t you?”
No reply.
“I love my wife very much. Did you love your husband?”
Alicia’s eyes moved. They darted up to my face. We stared at each other.
“Love includes all kinds of feelings, doesn’t it? Good and bad. I love my wife—her name is
Kathy—but sometimes I get angry with her. Sometimes ... I hate her.”
Alicia kept staring at me; I felt like a rabbit in the headlights, frozen, unable to look away or
move. The attack alarm was on the table, within reach. I made a concerted effort not to look at it.
I knew I shouldn’t keep talking—that I should shut up—but I couldn’t stop myself. I went on
compulsively:
“And when I say I hate her, I don’t mean all of me hates her. Just a part of me hates. It’s about
holding on to both parts at the same time. Part of you loved Gabriel. Part of you hated him.”
Alicia shook her head—no. A brief movement, but definite. Finally—a response. I felt a sudden
thrill. I should have stopped there, but I didn’t.
“Part of you hated him,” I said again more firmly.
Another shake of the head. Her eyes burned through me. She’s getting angry, I thought.
“It’s true, Alicia. Or you wouldn’t have killed him.”
Alicia suddenly jumped up. I thought she was about to leap on me. My body tensed in anticipation.
But instead she turned and marched to the door. She hammered on it with her fists.
There was the sound of a key turning—and Yuri threw open the door. He looked relieved not to
find Alicia strangling me on the floor. She pushed past him and ran into the corridor.
“Steady on, slow down, honey.” He glanced back at me. “Everything okay? What happened?”
I didn’t reply. Yuri gave me a funny look and left. I was alone.
Idiot, I thought to myself. You idiot. What was I doing? I’d pushed her too far, too hard, too soon.
It was horribly unprofessional, not to mention totally fucking inept. It revealed far more about my state of mind than hers.
But that’s what Alicia did for you. Her silence was like a mirror—reflecting yourself back at you. And it was often an ugly sight.































































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