You need to focus on what makes you happy.
That were the words that her therapist had told her.
Of course, Petunia was sure her therapist wouldn't have approved of this.
But she hadn't spoken to her therapist in a month. The office had tried calling the house phone, but Petunia ignored the calls.
Vernon had left some time ago.
Petunia had only told her therapist about knowing about his cheating but never saying anything.
Her therapist had told her she was worth more than that.
She never cried while talking to her therapist. She would only cry when coming home to Dudley. She would fall into his arms and sob.
Her therapist had diagnosed her with depression.
It made sense to Petunia. She wasn't happy. The only times she was happy was when she was with Dudley.
Her therapist also diagnosed her with OCD, which stands for Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder.
It also made sense to Petunia.
She went home and cried to Dudley. He held her until she fell asleep.
Have you had any thoughts about hurting yourself?
Yes.
"No."
Have you had any thoughts about ending your life?
Yes.
"No."
Petunia would sometimes lie to her therapist. She never told her therapist about cutting herself, her therapist never saw the scars.
Only Dudley knew about it.
But neither Dudley nor her therapist knew about her suicidal thoughts.
She had thought about drowning herself in the bathtub a number of times. She often wondered if Dudley suspected because he would often stay in the bathroom with her when she took a bath.
He would sometimes wash her and dry her off. It was enough to make her happy and take away her thoughts.
None of her clothes fit her these days, and Dudley had to buy her new ones. While Dudley had lost a lot of weight the past few years, Petunia had seemed to gain all that weight.
She didn't say the word fat, but she had heard a number of neighbors call her that behind her back.
She no longer talked to them.
The last time Petunia had spoken to her therapist, she had been told to focus on what makes her happy.
It wasn't a what, but a who.
When she returned home, she once again fell into Dudley's arm. He held her until she said she was tired.
The two went to her bedroom.
She had told him to stay, and he did.
By morning, Petunia was laying on his chest.
By afternoon, Petunia had kissed him.
By night, the two weren't wearing any clothes.
It had been a month since this had started, and Petunia now felt happy.
She knew her therapist wouldn't approve, but Petunia didn't care.
Dudley made her happy.
She needed him.