"They gave me your number for meds, but I don’t want no therapist! Therapists are a bunch of idiots"
“Dad, tell him about how you’ve been doing since Mom passed away. It’s okay. He already knows"
The story of spousal OCD was a story I’d heard many times, but here the stakes were even higher
“That’s it? Get a babysitter and take my wife out for a Belgian waffle?"
"It’s the third election this year and the pressure is killing him. And his anger is killing me”
“Can you save my brother with some of that medicine that Hashem gives you the seichel to prescribe?"
“You understand why we’re leaving now,” she said as she picked up her handbag
"Make sure they understand how important forgiveness is. We all need to do it — Hashem is waiting!"
"Make sure you don’t do anything that ends you back in my office”
"I don’t care if my hands are shaking as long as I have my mind"
Evan showed up with a scowl on his face and a $600 set of headphones that were blasting rap music loud enough to be heard over the sound machine in my office