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Becoming A Therapist-Personal Narrative Analysis

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I never thought that I'd be writing to you out of all people. Everyone may question my sanity once they figure out I've been trying to write to you ever since you were convicted five years ago. It's just.... I couldn’t find the right words to explain how badly you hurt me. However, my therapist said that writing this letter will help me accept the fact that I made the dumbest mistake in the world seven years ago when we got married. Oh yeah, I'm going to a therapist. I find that quite ironic since one day I thought I could become a therapist, and specialize in women sciences, but instead, I'm going to one.
Our marriage wasn't all that bad I guess. I still remember the day we met: we were both attending law school at Harvard, You were a third …show more content…

Just like you I graduated at the top of my class, with full honors, and was elected the Class of 2008 speaker.You asked me to work as an intern at your father's firm, and the thought of being closer to you, I agreed. After the graduation you took me back to the restaurant of our first date, and told me how wonderful and supportive I was, and how no woman out in the world could take my place. You then knelt on one knee, and asked me if I could be that supportive women for the rest of our lives, even though I never said yes, the content and joy overflowing my face was a good enough …show more content…

The ceremony was beautiful, in an old Italian church, and an outdoor reception full of laughter and dancing throughout the night. Then we went off to Bali for 2 weeks on our honeymoon, with exotic beaches, an enchanting rich culture, and a new adventure every day. However, reality eventually took over our lives, so we went back to New York to work for your father- Duncan Macbeth.
Life in New York was incredible, I eventually became a junior associate, and you eventually bought yourself into the firm making you a senior partner. The day that you became senior partner, everything changed. The man who told me everything, told me nothing. There were times that you would sleep at the office and when you were home, you would lock yourself into your study. For a moment I thought you were cheating on me, but you cheating was way better than what you were actually planning.
You killed your father. Patricide is what the authorities called it. No one, not even myself suspected it was you who did it. I mean Duncan died of asphyxiation, and he was an old man, so they just assumed he choked to death. You were immediately promoted managing partner. Though something didn’t seem right with all of this, so with the help with your friend and partner- Macduff, we I did some digging in your study and found bags of Monkshood (wolfsbane) in your desk, and notes on how to make it into herbal tea and how you would give it to your father, so you

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