"We all know why we are here, am I correct?"
Words that were no further to the truth than a blatant lie. Fidel fidgeted in his chair and let out a small cough to clear his throat. He had not spoken today, but knew the time to do so was fastly approaching. This was not a good thing. The heavy rain pattering its many fingers on the window on the east side of the room made Fidel feel uncomfortable. Both for the ever present need to raise his voice, and for the crushing feeling that his apartment was 12 blocks east from his current location, and a long walk directly into the weathers embrace would undoubtedly worsen his mood.
"Group therapy can be the bridge you need to climb out of your chasm. I'm glad you could all make it today, and i hope you can in the following weeks."
Life in the United kingdom Had not been kind to him so far. The weather was probably his biggest dislike, but the recent addition of Marianne to his short list of c