“It is your choice in the end of the day, but if you choose not to leave him your promised life of wealth, riches and happiness will not come to be. He and his mother will suck you dry. You choose of course.” My healers words dropped my jaw ajar, I sat in front of her confused, devastated, but most of all angry. I love him, I thought, we have a home together, a plan, a seemingly happy future. But now I am scared, not I don’t trust the future, I don’t trust myself. I don’t remember my healer to ever be wrong, maybe because I fulfilled those predictions with my own expectations, but what if I’ll do the same now? I stood up as I uttered “This is ridiculous!” I made my way to the door to storm out in just my fashion, but the door was locked, I don’t remember locking it as I entered her “office” and neither did my healer, but there it was locked with a key from the inside. Grandpa? Is that you? My healer announced “You see, the spirits want you to listen to me. But it is your choice, to be happy or not.” I stormed out, this time successfully, with tears pouring down my cheeks, jumped in the car and headed home to curl up in a ball in the center of my room, possibly fall asleep there, that felt sufficiently dramatic.