Journal According To John Click to order via Amazon Paperback: 216 pages
Of course, all of this badgering to journal came after a nasty bar brawl, one in which I ended up the worse for wear. I didn't even know what it was about ' something senseless, I suppose. I got a split lip, bruised jaw, bloodied nose, and a righteous headache that just went on and on as if I were banging my head against a wall repeatedly. I had to call in sick and ask one of my colleagues to take over my workload because my face was a mess. But that was just a snapshot of the whole muddled picture. I'm a therapist who specializes in behavioral issues. I could just imagine myself sitting at my desk with my injured face, telling people to clean up their own lives, modify their thoughts, and learn new, more appropriate behaviors. I suppose I could use hypocrisy as therapy. Do as I say but not as I do. I'm only twenty-eight, but my marriage is over, and I feel that its end was as inevitable as death. I suppose that's a bad way to see it, but being in the marriage and knowing all the details as I do, I see it all through my own perspective. They (meaning my family and my friends) all thought it was a marriage made in Eden ' but we all know how that story ended: serpent, apple, and damnable, eternal sin. My wife thought she knew best and that she could fix things, as women usually think they can, but as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. The union wasn't hell, but a tormented mind is, and one tormented mind in a union of two is sure to lead to disaster. Poor Debbie had no idea the disaster was set in motion long before she came along.
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