"You've just been having a week seven." He said.
"What's that mean, a week seven, I've never heard of that before?" He asked back.
"It's a space of time, after an event, that things begin to sink in. Usually after something traumatic happens. In your case, a breakup. You said it was ugly for you, and that it was somewhat traumatic, right?" He asked.
"Yeah, it was traumatic. I couldn't live my life without fear of some sort or retaliation. I see what you're saying. Yes! That must be what it is... HA! A week seven!!" He laughed out loud, relieved that he had made it to his week seven. There for awhile he didn't think he'd make it through a week at all.
"It's a psychological plateau, so to speak. The mind takes time to accept and process things. It's usually about week seven that you accept things and begin to process them. Does that make sense??"
"God this man is brilliant and somewhat sexy!" He thought, but didn't dare say out loud. Instead he answered. "Yes, yes, that makes perfect sense!"
His therapist must've been through his fair share of week sevens. For he knew just what he was talking about.
Week seven was a tough one, but a plateau of relief as well.
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