Okay so for years I have gone to see a psychic. Not every day or anything crazy like that but on a pretty regular basis. It usually works out to be about every 6 months to about once a year depending on what is going on in my life at the time. The last time I went was before I met Jim and the psychic told me about him too. I told him this but still he was a bit uneasy about the idea of even me going to for a psychic reading. He had always been told that it was something that you shouldn't do. Well, finally after coaxing him for a few weeks I told him I would pay and asked him how he could pass up a free psychic reading and a night with his girl. He finally caved and so I set up an appointment with the same psychic I always used, but then I began to get nervous. After all, I knew Jim would be looking for some reason not to approve and would try to find fault in the psychic.
When we arrived I told Jim to go first and when he came out he didn't say anything, so I really thought he was mad about the whole thing. I reluctantly went in but really couldn't focus on what I was being told because I was wondering what was going on with Jim.
When we finally got in the car still nothing. Jim didn't speak, he just drove only now it seemed like his eyes were welling up with tears. Finally I just gave up on him speaking to me and just stared out the window until we got home. I didn't do anything just threw my pajamas on and got in bed. When Jim came to bed he shut the lights and finally confided in me that the psychic knew more about his life than I did and that when he was a child he had been adopted and his birth mother had been a drug addict who had abused him. He said that he put it out of his mind until she had brought it up with him again and the feeling came rushing back again. He said that he was sorry that he doubted this person and their psychic abilities and that he was truly amazed.