Secrets of a Marriage Counselor

Chapter 1

Living in Florida is like a breath of fresh air. Beautiful palm trees, listening to the ocean waves, great weather I absolutely loved it here until things went for a drastic change. Before I get on to my story let me introduce myself. Hi, I am Charlotte Brown, I am thirty-five years old and I am a licensed psychologist with my own practice as a marriage counselor. I am happily married to the love of my life, Levi Brown. We have been together for nine years now and we have three beautiful children. Peyton is our sixteen year old and then we have the twins, Winter and Wayne, who are eight years old. Of course we have the big beautiful house with a picket fence around it and our family dog, Choppa. Sounds like the perfect life huh? No! Peyton is going through this puberty phase "I think I'm the shit and all the girls want my rico suave looking ass" stage in his life and I just want to snap his neck. The twins, bless their little hearts, are just as crazy as hell, they are in this annoying ass stage in their life to where they do not want to be twins anymore----how ironic. Levi is a doctor, I'm a shrink, and then there's our three year old Rottweiler who's left in the midst of our hectic lives. Talk about crazy mornings.. every morning but, I love my little family and I wouldn't change them for anything.
Now back to my story, just like any other day I was up preparing for my day, prayer and meditation first and then to start cooking breakfast. I woke everyone up around six-thirty to get ready for school and work. This particular morning started off sort of rough. My blender stopped working so I couldn't get my daily smoothie, I accidentally burned the pancakes and set the fire alarm off, our air conditioner is having technical difficulties, and on top of all that Levi gets called in to work early again... for the fourth time this week. Levi grabbed a piece of toast, orange juice, and kissed me and the children goodbye as he headed off leaving me with a hot, noisy, and nerve wrecking house already. Peyton drives to school so the only thing I have to worry about is him getting there in time. For the twins, I try to drop them off as early as possible just to get some peace and quiet quickly. Since I am my own boss, I go to work whenever I please and this day I went in at twelve-thirty and oh when I got there, there was hell to pay. I've been on the search for a reliable, responsible, trustworthy assistant and in one month I've already fired and hired four of them. To my surprise I am greeted at my door with a citrus green tea, my favorite, and croissants by my new assistant, Shelly. Now Shelly is every mans dream. She puts me in mind of Tammy Rivera from Love and Hip Hop Atlanta. She is a beautiful mixed race, long pretty hair, and thick in all the right places. Too bad she's a lesbian, she would have made some man a lucky husband.

Shelly: "Good afternoon Mrs. Brown, you have a meeting at two-thirty with the people that funds us I just can't remember their names."

Charlotte: "Ugh, might as well call them my children they're always borrowing money from us. What's next?"

Shelly: "About that, they need help with more money to help fund another company that they have a contract with."

Charlotte: "What?!? Hell no! I'm tired of giving to them! Did they forget that they have a contract with us too? Call them and cancel the meeting I do not want to hear from them today."

Shelly: "Ok I'm on it. Next you have a session with the Warrens at four-thirty."

Charlotte: "Move them up to three-thirty, I'm trying to leave here early."

Shelly: "Ok I'll contact them ASAP. Oh and some guy came in earlier around nine this morning looking for you."

Charlotte: "What guy?"

Shelly: "He was a tall guy, maybe 6'3, nice build, chocolate skin, dread head, pretty teeth, he was fine girl and he was sauced up and you know I don't even like men but baby...."