Psychotherapy is a great science, not long ago I convinced myself of it.
I have a good psychotherapist. One day I went to a supermarket with her. We stood with a cart in the box, and suddenly, in front of our very nose, a wicked aunt of forty years passed by us. Without a cart, but with a full grip of goods and cuts it all before the cashier. Aunt’s eyes are on the scratch, she is clearly ready for any scandal.
I took a lot of air to explain everything to her and possibly a matte, but my companion psychotherapist stopped me by taking under the elbow. She quietly and sadly said to the angry aunt... – Well, nothing, don’t worry, buy before us... May you be the first here...
Aunt was so upset, before her passed through all her squeezed, quiet life, in which the first she is only in the store row.
...When we went out of the store, we saw “our” aunt standing at the wall and crying bitterly... what my companion quietly said to me... - Thank God it happened, I was afraid not to rush...