Where Do I Begin

I was having an affair with this married man. A Jewish psychologist. My psychologist. He was really smart and had lots of X he said would cure my depression. I went for Christmas vacation with my ex husband and my therapist/lover called me on my cell very early one morning and told me he had just seen Vanilla Sky and realized that he was, in fact, in love with me. I was so happy and excited. Later, he was kicked out of the profession for having sex with half of his patients. One girl killed herself over him. For some reason that song always reminds me of the morning he called.