My Psychic Told Me to Date a Psychopath
She was so certain that this guy was “the one,” and I was so desperate to believe her that I ignored all the signs telling me he most definitely wasn’t.
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I sat in the waiting area outside the door that read Intuitive Life Coach. I gazed into the velvet of the dated chairs going over everything in my mind. Will he come back? Will I ever get over this? Does he love someone else?
“Boys, boys, boys – that’s all I hear out here.” I looked up to see the woman who was interrupting my thoughts standing in the doorway with a knowing smile. “Come on in.”
She was in her late forties, with short hair and a deep, soothing voice. I’ll call her Karen. Surprised by her sense of humor, I started toward the room. I had never seen a psychic before, so I guess I was expecting someone very serious to whisk me into a dark room with a crystal ball, candles and tarot cards. It wasn’t like that all. It was a normal office room with windows, a desk, and two chairs.
“How did you know I was here about boy troubles?” I was unintentionally quizzing her.
She laughed, “Well you are, aren’t you kid? You love that poor soul that’s always break…
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