I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door

“Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Then why does your anger get ownership of the bench?”

Annoying therapist.

I started reading there.

Eventually I stopped thinking about the hospital every time I sat down.

Sometimes I thought about absolutely nothing except whether the protagonist in my novel was an idiot.

Healing.