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Post by jsmith506 on May 20, 2021 7:58:33 GMT -5
"Three..." He grabbed at his clothing in the washer and slung it unceremoniously into the dryer. "I may be old and dirty, but at least you know my clothes are clean. And they say you're only as old as you feel, so, right now I'm feeling mid thirties I think. All these trips down memory lame with the shrink..."
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Post by Mora Kaiyroan on May 20, 2021 18:49:03 GMT -5
She felt sorry for him, must be hard to go from knowing what was expected of you and your daily routine, to being benched and having to expose yourself to a complete stranger. She stood watching him a furrow between her brows. 'Sorry to hear that, is the shrink at least decent enough?'
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Post by jsmith506 on May 20, 2021 20:20:33 GMT -5
Frank rubbed his face after he started up the dryer. "Yeah, he's been alright. Pretty much told me he knows I'm ok and that he will clear me for duty again, but we have a certain number of sessions booked and paid for so... He figures I need to work on my stress management... wants me to take up Yoga or some shit and quit drinkin... Fat chance on that one but a Yoga class I suppose I could try. And he also seems to think I'm burying a bunch of shit from my divorce and haven't dealt with it. I dunno, I feel like I've been dealing pretty good. Mostly healthy, my liver would probably disagree, still keep in touch with my daughter Mel. But no, I'm bottling shit up and he wants me to talk about it all and re-live shit I'd rather just forget..." Frank shook his head, he just wanted to get back to work and business as usual.
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Post by Mora Kaiyroan on May 20, 2021 23:23:00 GMT -5
She'd nod silently. 'Yoga is actually great for you. I haven't dug my yoga mat out yet of my unpacking. But I used to do it everyday when I lived in washington....of course in the privacy of my own home. I don't personally like yoga studios. Too many people.'
She'd lick her lips to moisten them as her heart went out to Frank. She knew what it was like to hold a lot of unpacked baggage gods knew how much she had and she had who knew how much eternity to deal with it. While Frank didn't have that luxury being a human. She'd step closer to him, lightly putting her hand on his arm. She didn't know him that well, or she'd have just hugged him directly.
'I'm so sorry frank...divorce is messy and it leaves a lot of baggage....that's gotta be a helluva lot to deal with for 3 weeks...' she paused 'but maybe it will be good for you....do you have a good relationship with your daughter? How old is she?' she asked to make conversation.
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