I went to couples therapy
with my depression.
He whispers to me
to stay in bed another day,
as if he’s scared I can’t face it.
He got so controlling,
to the point where I literally had to peel
pieces of myself out of the shower.
To where I had to get on my knees,
and scrape pieces of myself
off the bed.
we stopped going.
It ended with him winning.
When the doctor said,
he cringed, his fingers tightly gripping
the arm of the chair.
He shifted his body,
We stopped going to couples therapy,
because I wanted him to be right.
He didn’t want to be fixed,
and I didn’t want to fix him.
We stopped going to couples therapy
because I didn’t want him to leave.