the caring couch
Sometimes love arrives carrying expectations. Not because people want to control us, but because they fear we'll miss out. Understanding that doesn't remove the pressure, but it can soften the resentment. Reframing Success
the caring couch
The man who walked away. The couch had seen sadness before. It had seen debt, heartbreak, addiction, disappointment, loneliness, fear and uncertainty. But when Kaizer entered the room, even the silence seemed heavier. He was only thirty years old.
fatherhood
A man who had survived fifteen years of prison and was not entirely sure he had survived freedom.
the caring couch
The door opened quietly. A woman stepped inside. About fifty. Well dressed. Well spoken. Well practiced. The sort of person who had spent decades answering "How are you?" with "I'm fine." She looked at the couch. The couch looked back with the remarkable talent
the caring couch
Benny arrived angry. Not loud angry. Not throwing-things angry. The quieter kind. The kind that sits in the chest like broken glass and acid reflux. Twenty four years old. Clean haircut. Good looking kid. Sharp dresser when he cared enough to iron the shirt properly. Worked at a money