In Need of Therapy

Ulysses Rudolph Roberts a Federalist by default laid on the couch and spilled out his guts to a women he envisions to be the ultimate siren of shrinks. With her hair in a bun books, glasses and that half buttoned blouse thing. He cried and he shook over the battles he fought and how everything that ever happened was never his fault. After all he would reason he had built the best fortress in all God's Kingdoms with ultra thick walls turrets and draws. The tallest strongest and soundest in all worlds. So what if he had to kill capture and rape in order to feed the armies he made he had God's blessings His sacred grace. Yet, Ulysses was still cowering in the arm of an old red couch and crying out loud It's Not My Fault! as the Doctor scribed delusional pathological denial... Dean Walker