When the Therapist Told Amber: You’re a Fool! 😱… and She STILL Wanted the Divorce! 💔 Scroll Down for Full Story

When the Therapist Told Amber: You’re a Fool! 😱… and She STILL Wanted the Divorce! 💔 

INT. THERAPIST’S OFFICE – LATE AFTERNOON

Amber sits across from the therapist, legs crossed, arms tight. Anthony is on the couch beside her, quiet, watching the tension rise. The therapist, calm and composed, leans forward.

Therapist (Miss Brown):
Amber, before we end today’s session, is there something still on your heart?

Amber:
Yeah. Actually, there is. I’ve been holding it back, but I can’t anymore. I feel… played. Humiliated. Like the whole world’s looking at me like I’m stupid for even being here with him.

Anthony:
Come on, Amber. You know that’s not true. We’re trying. We’re making progress.

Amber (snaps):
Progress?! You had a baby with my best friend! You don't get to call this progress just because you showed up to therapy on time!

Miss Brown:
Amber, let’s breathe. Let’s stay grounded.

Amber:
No, Miss Brown. I need you to be real with me. Not the “therapist” version. The woman. Do you think I’m a fool for even considering staying with him?

Miss Brown (pause, then sighs):
Yes. I do. But not for the reasons you think.

Amber (stunned):
Wow. So, I am a fool?

Miss Brown:
No—you think you’re a fool. That’s the real issue. And I’ll say this, Amber — every woman has been a fool in love at least once. It’s not weakness. It’s called being human. But the real test isn’t whether you forgive him. It’s whether you’re doing it out of strength… or fear.

Amber (voice cracking):
And what if I’m just… tired of forgiving? What if I want to stop trying to fix what he broke?

Anthony:
Amber, please. We’ve come this far. Don’t let one moment—

Amber (cutting him off):
One moment? It was a whole damn season of betrayal, Anthony! And I lived every second of it while you were off playing daddy to a child you made behind my back.

Miss Brown:
So, what are you choosing, Amber?

Amber (steady now):
I'm choosing me. For once. I came into this office hoping therapy would fix us. But all it did was remind me I’m the one who’s been bleeding this whole time — and I’ve been too scared to stop it.

Miss Brown (softly):
Then it sounds like you’re not a fool… you’re finally waking up.

Amber (tears brimming):
And I want the divorce.

Anthony (shocked):
Wait—what? Amber…

Amber:
I’m done waiting for you to become the man I deserve. I want the papers.

Miss Brown:
Then let this be your beginning, not your end.

Amber (to Anthony):
You made your choices. Now I’m making mine.

Anthony drops his head into his hands. Amber stands tall, grabs her purse, and walks out. The door clicks softly behind her. Silence fills the room.