When someone very close to me committed suicide in 1991, I was asleep at my girlfriend’s house in West LA. Since she was a clear and present genius she had already convinced me to attend couples therapy. You see I cheated on her for the woman I eventually married and I told the truth about that. So the both of us went to see Dr K over at the UCLA health…
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