Surprising no one

So I was sitting at the dining room table, feverishly always-sometimes-rarely-nevering, when Paul asked me if I wanted something to drink."Please," I said distractedly, gesturing over into the kitchen."I already have one started."I meant the half-finished cup of coffee right there on the counter, but bless that man: instead he brought a half-finished bottle of wine....The pediatrician had been kind of tenacious about it."Have you had Charlie evaluated?"Yes, but the verdict was inconclusive."Have you had him evaluated recently?"No, because we think we know, and we doubt it will make a difference."Did you ever get the forms I asked the clinic to send you?"Yes, and I set them on fire, if you really must know. Ha ha, that's a funny thing. See, I think I must have...lost them!In truth, I'd read them and I got mad. Most of them were standard psychiatric intake stuff, the kind where you read the questions and know what they're meant to elicit. But there were these two thick packets that made me angry: detailed questionnaires for Paul and me to fill out about each other.Does she enjoy life? Does she drink? Does she have friends? Does she love her child? Can her ass be rolled out of bed most days, with or without a pry bar?It seemed like an intrusion. Good God, if I don't talk about my husband to strangers on the Internet, I'mcertainly not going to talk about him to a trained professional bound by confid...
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