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She Secretly Recorded Our Therapy Sessions... Then I Found Her Second Phone | TRUE STORY
Sep 12, 2025
#redditrelationship #aita #redditstories She Secretly Recorded Our Therapy Sessions... Then I Found Her Second Phone | TRUE STORY 🎠I thought therapy would heal my marriage. Instead, it revealed a betrayal so calculated, it left me questioning everything I knew about the woman I married. For months, I poured my heart out in front of my wife and our therapist. What I didn’t know was that Cordelia had a second phone — and she was secretly recording every vulnerable moment and sending it to someone named Marcus. What was meant to be a safe space became a weapon. This is the story of how I discovered her secret… and how I made sure she would never use my pain against me again. 💬 Let me know in the comments: Was this revenge... or justice? 🧠Subscribe for more true stories of betrayal, healing, and self-discovery. — #TherapyBetrayal #EmotionalStorytime #TrueStory #MarriageBetrayal #SecretRecording #RevengeStory #SheUsedMyPain #RelationshipDrama
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I never imagined I would find myself in
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therapy.
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Yet there I was, seated on a pale couch
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beside my wife, Cordelia.
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We were trying to salvage what I
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believed was a marriage worth fighting
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for. And I genuinely thought she felt
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the same. My name is inconsequential.
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But what happened to me reshaped my
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understanding of trust, love, and the
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woman I had shared my life with for
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seven years.
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It began after I lost my job at the
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engineering firm. Budget cuts were to
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blame, but the loss of a steady income
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and a sense of purpose shattered
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something within me. I was plagued by
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cold sweats, sleepless nights, and an
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inability to focus on job applications.
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Cordelia constantly told me I was being
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overly dramatic and needed to man up and
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find a new job.
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But when panic attacks started happening
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in public and my hands would tremble
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uncontrollably before interviews, I knew
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I needed help. That's when I suggested
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couples therapy. I didn't think our
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marriage was failing, but I believed
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that if we navigated this together, we'd
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emerge stronger.
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Cordelia was hesitant, but eventually
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agreed. Our therapist, Dr. Reeves, was a
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calm, older woman with kind eyes who
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made me feel like I wasn't completely
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broken. In our first session, I revealed
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everything. The shame of unemployment,
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my feelings of failure, and the
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nightmares that kept me awake.
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Cordelia held my hand, telling Dr.
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Reeves how worried she was and how she
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just wanted her husband back. For a
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moment, I thought we were a team again.
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Then came the second session. I was
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speaking about my father, explaining how
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I always felt the need to be perfect, to
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be worthy of love. As I spoke, years of
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unadressed pain poured out of me, and I
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started to cry.
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Just then, I heard a small giggle. I
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looked at Cordelia, her hand over her
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mouth, her eyes wide as if she'd been
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caught. "Sorry," she whispered. "You
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just you sounded so dramatic."
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Dr. Reeves gave her a sharp look.
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"Cordelia, can you help me understand
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what you found amusing about your
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husband's pain?" "Nothing," she said
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quickly. Nothing. I'm sorry. It's just
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he's being so dramatic.
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There it was again. That word dramatic.
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I tried to rationalize it, thinking
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maybe people cope with difficult
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emotions differently. Perhaps seeing me
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so vulnerable made her nervous and the
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laugh was a defense mechanism.
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Dr. Reeves confirmed this was sometimes
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the case. But it didn't stop. Every time
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I got emotional or shared something
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personal, I'd catch that little smirk or
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a subtle eye roll when she thought Dr.
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Reeves wasn't looking.
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Then she started using what I said in
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therapy against me during our arguments
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at home.
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Maybe if you weren't so obsessed with
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your daddy issues, you'd actually get a
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job, she'd say. Or, "Dr. Reeves says you
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have abandonment issues. Maybe that's
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why you're being so clingy." It felt
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like she was taking everything I had
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shared in a supposedly safe space and
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weaponizing it. When I confronted her,
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she would call me paranoid and say I was
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projecting my insecurities onto her.
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Things worsened when I finally found a
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new job. It paid less than my old one,
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but it was a start. I thought Cordelia
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would be relieved, proud even. Instead,
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she seemed disappointed.
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"This is the best you could do," she
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said, looking at my offer letter. "I
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thought therapy was supposed to help
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you."
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That night, I heard her on the phone in
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the bathroom. The door was closed, but I
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could hear her voice low and different,
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softer, the way she used to talk to me.
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He's just so pathetic lately, she was
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saying. You should see him in therapy.
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He cries like a little boy. My blood ran
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cold. Who was she talking to? And why
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was she sharing details about our
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private sessions? I knocked on the door.
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Cordelia, everything okay? The line
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immediately went dead. She came out a
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few minutes later acting completely
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normal, claiming she'd been talking to
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her sister about work. But I knew what
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I'd heard. That's when I started paying
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attention. Truly paying attention. I
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noticed the way she'd positioned her
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purse during our therapy sessions,
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always open and angled toward us. I
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noticed how she'd suddenly need to use
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the bathroom right after our most
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intense conversations. I noticed the new
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phone case that was always face down on
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the table. 3 weeks later, I found it.
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Cordelia had taken my car to get
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groceries while hers was in the shop.
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When she returned, she was juggling
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bags, her purse, and her regular phone,
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trying to get everything inside at once.
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That's when I saw her reach into the
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back seat and grab a small black object,
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a second phone. She didn't see me
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watching from the kitchen window. I
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waited until she was upstairs unpacking.
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Then I went to the car. Maybe she
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dropped something. Maybe I was imagining
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things. But there it was, wedged between
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the passenger seat and the center
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console. A cheap flip phone, the kind
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you'd buy with cash at a gas station.
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My hands trembled as I opened it. The
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text history made my stomach lurch.
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Recording went perfectly today. He
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talked about his mom this time. God, you
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should have seen him sobbing. Grown man
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crying like a baby. Therapy is like
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having a front row seat to his
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breakdown. It's actually hilarious.
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The responses were from someone named
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Marcus.
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He was devouring every detail of my
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pain, every private moment I'd shared,
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every vulnerable confession I'd made in
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what I thought was a safe space. But the
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worst part, the part that made me
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realize I had been living with a
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stranger was that she had been recording
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the sessions. not just texting about
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them, but actually recording them on a
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voice memo app.
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Hours and hours of recordings, all sent
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to this person.
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My deepest fears, my childhood trauma,
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my struggles with depression and
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anxiety, all of it packaged up and
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delivered for their amusement.
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I sat in that car for what felt like
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forever, scrolling through months of
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messages. She had been sharing
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everything. My panic attacks, my job
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interviews, even the intimate
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conversations we'd had at home. Nothing
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was sacred. Nothing was private. And
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Marcus wasn't just listening. He was
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encouraging her, telling her she
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deserved better, that I was weak and
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pathetic, and that she should leave me.
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But not yet. Not until she had
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everything she needed for the divorce.
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Everything she needed.
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I took pictures of everything on that
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phone, every message, every recording,
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every cruel comment. Then I put it back
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exactly where I had found it. That night
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at dinner, Cordelia asked me how I was
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feeling about our next therapy session.
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I'm really proud of the progress you're
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making, she said, squeezing my hand. Dr.
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Reeves is so good at helping you work
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through your issues. I looked at her
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face, this woman I had loved for seven
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years, and all I saw was a stranger.
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a stranger who had been performing
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kindness while broadcasting my breakdown
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for someone else's entertainment.
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"Yeah," I said. "I'm looking forward to
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it, too."
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But I wasn't going to therapy to heal
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anymore. I was going to gather evidence
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because if Cordelia wanted to play games
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with my pain, if she wanted to weaponize
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my vulnerability, then two could play
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that game. And Marcus was about to learn
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that some recordings should never be
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