So far, he's successful in his attempt to trap me. I slowly drink my coffee, mostly to keep from becoming irritated. What I'm meant to say escapes me at the moment. My anxiety stems from the fact that I am experiencing too much. He would scoff at me right in front of others. Third time's a charm, right? "I'm not stressing out," I reassure myself. I hope I don't sound too insincere. I'm already thinking forward to my next milestone birthday.

“Mmmm.” It's understandable that David doesn't trust me. You can see the lies in my teeth. He re-fills his coffee cup. To quote, "I'm not very motivated to seek...