“My resentment flared again today - my resentment toward almost everyone, including my own children. I am tired, and most days I just don’t know how I am going to get through all this. I appreciate that I have housemates, seriously. I couldn’t survive in my life right now without the physical and financial support of Sam and Ileana. But that support comes with a price tag, and I am tired of paying it. I am not sure what I really want in my life. I thought once I knew.” The therapist makes a note and then slowly glances at Candace. “Did you ever know what you wanted in your life?” “Of course,” scoffs Candace, irritated at the question. How many times have I said this before? “Then tell me what you once wanted.” Her irritation continuing to rise, Candace shifted in her seat and stared out of the window into the darkening sky. How does she just not get it?, she thought. As her mind began to drift to a scene created in her desperate wonderings, Candace’s body fo
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