Easy Minds

By Molly Lea

Everyone has what they think a love story should be about already written in their heads, but this is not a conventional love story. Being a psychologist means knowing how to get to the root cause of a problem. It means knowing when to just sit back and let things pan out. Melissa Lin could do this like no other, in every aspect of her life Except her love life. Constantly strung along by the man she had given her heart to, eventually even her work begins to suffer. So now she has to make a choice. Will she move on and forget her love in order to insert balance back into her life, or will she continue to tumble through life on the end of a chain? In the end the choice is simple, which will leave her with an Easy Mind?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Molly Lea
• Release date: Jun 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476176796

Molly Lea

Melyssa Gayle has always been fascinated by the written word. As a child books were her sole source of entertainment, and eventually she decided to try her hand at writing her own. Starting with short stories Melyssa grew in her writing and completed her first short novel at the age of 14. From then on writing was a source of relaxation and stress relief for Melyssa. She spent hours writing novel after novel. Now at the age of 19 she has four completed works including Easy Minds which is the shortest. Currently a sophomore psychology major in college Melyssa still finds time to work on her writing.

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Easy Minds

By Molly Lea

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Copyright 2012 by Molly Lea

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I remember it like it was yesterday, because maybe it was. Or maybe I’ve just started to forget it all, it’s not like it was something I wanted to remember in the first place. Love is supposed to be patient and kind and all that crap that they spout during your wedding ceremony…but my love wasn’t like that. My love hurt me, and crushed my spirit all while telling me I was loved. It wouldn’t be till later that I realized it was wrong, and by then I would be standing at the edge of a bottomless abyss, one step away from tumbling over.

Prologue

Years ago when I was young, I fell in love with my best friend. You know the story; the main character doesn’t realize what has been in front of them for so long until they are gone. Then miraculously, they get the chance to claim their prize and they live happily ever after. A ton of bull that is, and I would know. I had many boyfriends growing up. I was never wanting for anything or anyone if I put my mind to getting it. He was quiet; unless he was around a few certain people; and didn’t have that many girlfriends. I was one of them.

Oh yes I know what you are thinking, ah this is where she tells us how they got together. Dispel that image from your mind please, this story has just started. We dated, and me in my immature state decided that I didn’t want him, and so we broke up. We moved on. I got a new boyfriend and he got a new girlfriend and that was it. Unfortunately, we didn’t count on the physical attraction we had for each other.

Let me digress for a moment and point something out. If you like someone’s personality, and looks, and their way of thinking you may be able to have a good relationship with that person. If something goes wrong and you leave that person there will always be emotions left over. Emotions of hate, of unrequited love, of confusion you name it. In my case, when I left him behind, my leftover feelings were the feelings of LUST.

Ah lust is quite dangerous. My lust for him kept me coming back, kept me seeking him out when I was in between boyfriends. Lust is what he felt for me as well, it’s why he let me come back. We had a few flings here and there over the years and I was content with him….but with no one else. It was then I realized my mistake. I had let go of something that could have been great, because I was immature and impatient. I told him my lust had turned to love…his had not.

We continued on with our little trysts here and there, and I was hurt over and over again. He knew that these meetings hurt me, and yet he continued anyway. Soon it would be too much for me to bear…but not yet.

Chapter 1:

This woman moans on and on about the problems she is having with her husband and children. Every day at 2:30 on the dot she marches into my office and moans and complains for an hour before thanking me for my time and leaving. I stopped having to do anything with her two months ago. After the first two meetings I diagnosed her with depression and an inferiority complex.

I buzz my assistant to get the rest of my appointments for the day. I have a mother- daughter group coming in at 4:30 and a delinquent coming in at 6. Joy, sometimes I really wonder why I took this job in the first place. My cell rings and I glance at the caller ID. My heart leaps a bit as I see his number, and I make a mental note to call him back as soon as the moaner leaves. A glance at the clock, thirty seconds left.

You seem to be making a lot of progress, Mrs. Hied; I think you should up your depression dosage though. Up the dosage one more pill and see how you feel in a week’s time. Keep that journal I recommended and we will look over it the next time I see you alright? I say with a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. She nods and shakes my hands. I try not to grimace. She always squeezes too tightly.

Thank you so much! she cries, her voice overly bright and bubbly, and walks out of the room. I lean over and call Debra my assistant.

Yes Miss Lin? Debra says. She sounds bored like always.

Don’t let Mrs. Hied schedule an appointment before next week. If I have to see her before that she better by dying. I say before hanging up. I know I’m