"Damn, that's sounds stressful. Do you maybe want to make an appointment with a therapist and have someone you can talk to about it? I'm not going to mention I'm incredibly hurt you haven't told me any of this until now." I get up to grab the tissues on the bedside table. I take a few before handing her the box.

She takes two then begins wiping her eyes. "I don't know. Paying to whine to someone? I felt like I couldn't admit to you that you were wasting your money on school and me."

"We all need someone to whine to without worrying our words are going to haunt...