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drunken orgies.
     
    I text Megan and ask her to email me a little of her travel blog. My idea is that I can take these stories to Dr. Stone and work through them. The advantage of working with the blogs is the fact that they’re real events. I can break them into manageable chunks and explore my feelings about Megan’s encounters in front of my therapist and not with her. I’m hoping that with time I may be able to discuss them with her and not go ballistic. At least I’ll be paying my therapist to watch me unravel. Megan could be protected from the worst of my tantrums.
     
    Megan texts me that she’ll send her first blog early on Monday afternoon. That’s great, since it gives me time to read over it and think about the feelings and reactions that I’ll rehearse with Dr. Stone. In the meantime, I get involved with my projects at work.
     
    My email pings shortly after I return from lunch. It’s Megan’s blog. I click on the link and begin reading as I concentrate on breathing slowly.
     
    “Footloose in London” is its title.
     
    “Pubs are the places for meeting people. I decided to stay in London another day or so after my first couch surfing experience came to an end. There’s so much still to see and do and the weather’s cooperating. I spent the day viewing the Elgin Marbles and the Egyptian art at the British Museum. WOW. I ate street food in the park and then made my way to the canals. My plan was to crash at a youth hostel. There was one near the old stable yards. I luckily found the one last bed available for the night.
     
    After that, I needed to be near other people. I made my way to the local pub at dusk and started talking to people my age near the bar. The young barkeeper looked like a movie star and was named Ed. He gave me tips on the best fish and chips around and some free samples. I met a few of my peers who were also staying at the hostel. They warned me that I needed to return by midnight or get locked out.
     
    I was having such a great time joking and drinking with the gang at the pub, though. I missed the deadline for lockup at the hostel entirely. The bartender walked me to the hostel once his shift ended but it had closed for the evening. I panicked but he suggested a solution. I could crash at his place on a couch (he lives with his parents) and hang out for a couple of days together, in London (he was off for the weekend). How could I turn down his offer? He was sweet and cute. We really got along. He introduced me to his parents, we visited the V&A museum, went to a concert, took the tube and walked all over London. Ed, the brother I never had. I crashed on his couch and he gave me space. Now I’m off to Dublin.”
     
    I read Megan’s blog ten times in a row. I’m still fuming after the last read. My jealousy has just registered on the Richter scale. She met someone cute and sweet, he invited her to his parents’ home, she slept there, really got along with him, and they spent two days touring around  London together. FUCK! I don’t think I can handle her blog. I forward it to Dr. Stone before our meeting. I’m going to need some tranquilizers.
     

Chapter Five – Revelations
     
    MATT’S POV
     
    I’m trembling with so many different emotions as I enter Dr. Stone’s office. He’s professional but concerned about my state of mind. He ushers me onto the couch and offers me some bottled water. I take it but don’t drink from it yet.
     
    “Stone, help me put things in perspective,” I say as if I’m issuing a command. The truth is I’m practically begging him to help me at the moment. I’m about to unravel and it won’t be pretty.
     
    “I’m confident that we can get you through this blog Matt.” His attitude calms me like a drug. I trust him and that’s half the battle with any therapist. In addition, he’s really perceptive and has a bunch of techniques at his disposal.
     
    “We can approach your fears using at least three different therapies. For