My therapist asked me why I kept talking about B.
Thus, it became apparent, I had reduced to irrepressible boredom, the person I pay – a lot of money – to listen to me. I tried to explain that I needed to offload after having internalised my obsession for so long … but then I felt guilty, as though I’d been admonished, and cried on the train home. Even my therapist is running out of patience and doesn’t want to hear about B anymore.
So now I need a wider audience. Hello world!