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happened last week. Don’t ask me about my childhood.”
    â€œOkay, so tell me what you remember.”
    â€œFunny thing is, I can’t even remember anything about her other than she was good to me, made me feel safe. Every time I think about a woman adoring me, I always think about my aunt.” I watched as her pen flew across the page. She sure was taking lots of notes about my aunt. Something about what I’d said must have really intrigued her. “So, is that why I like big women? Because of my aunt?”
    She flipped the page on her notebook and finished a few more notes before she replied. “That makes sense. A lot of our adult life is based on our childhood. We are often attracted to people who remind us of our parental figures. It’s not unusual for men to look for mother figures, especially with all the physical abuse you took from your uncle. Perhaps your aunt was the only one protecting you from your uncle.”
    I nodded. “Maybe so. But I don’t see what this has to do with me not satisfying my wife.”
    â€œDoes Loraine remind you of your aunt?”
    I paused. “Yes. No. I don’t know. Maybe. They both have the same body type.”
    I was feeling confused. It wasn’t like I didn’t understand her questions, but more like my emotions were too mixed up for me to make sense of them. Usually my conversations with Roberta were pretty black and white: How did I feel about my uncle’s abuse? Bitter. How did I feel about Loraine leaving me? Hurt. And how did I feel about her friend Jerome setting me up? Pissed me off. But now that she was digging for answers about my aunt, I suddenly couldn’t pinpoint my emotions.
    â€œWhat do you think about your aunt that has to do with your issues?”
    â€œWhy should she have anything to do with what’s going on with Loraine and me?” I noticed my heart started racing. What the hell was wrong with me?
    â€œLet me rephrase this. What do you remember about your aunt that was so kind when you were a teenager?”
    I shook my head. “I can’t remember.”
    â€œLeon, do you realize that every time we try to go back into your teenage years, you draw a blank?”
    I hadn’t given it much thought until then, but she was right. Everything from high school and earlier was vague. “I do now.”
    â€œI know you decided against it when we started looking into your uncle, but I think it may be time we revisited the idea of hypnotism.”
    The last time she hypnotized me was about three months ago. That’s when I found out that my beloved uncle Charles had physically abused me when I was a young boy. My memories from that session were so intense that Roberta had to snap me out of my hypnotic state right in the middle of my uncle beating me with a razor strap. Afterward, she told me I was screaming so loud that she was afraid I was going to have some type of psychotic breakdown. I don’t know how true that was, but the pain was so real I could still feel that strap slamming against me, ripping my flesh, to this day. I’d been having nightmares about it ever since and was terrified of the idea of being hypnotized again because of it.
    I glanced at Roberta’s face. She looked sympathetic, despite the fact that I knew she was pushing for me to go back under hypnosis. “Doc, if it’s going to help me save my marriage, I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m desperate.”

Jerome
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    I was awakened by the cool night air as it hit my naked backside. I was sure he’d pulled the comforter off me accidentally while getting out the bed, so I wasn’t upset. I opened my eyes and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants in hand, about to get dressed. He smiled, reaching over to cover my nakedness. He was kind in that way. Knowing him, he was probably beating himself up inside for waking me in the first place. I blew him a kiss.
    The way he glanced