Other than perhaps their first names and a very very general idea of why they are here, I know very little about My Beloved’s patients and their personal problems. She doesn’t tell me, and I don’t ask. By law, privacy needs to be respected. Yet, sometimes I do know things. These are patients who wail and lament loudly enough for me to hear, or patients who yell and throw fits. The person behind the story below does both. I am changing names and details so that no one can identify this person. Alrighty then.
A man named Fred, who is a cop, marries a woman named Rosita. Shortly thereafter, they divorce. Rosita is from another country south of the border. She is an entrepreneur. One day, as she is doing her business, she gets busted for importing certain illegal contraband into the USA. They have a 10 year old child, Little Freddy, and she loses custody of the child …. but, she is allowed a weekly two-hour supervised visitation (with My Beloved).
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