Facing my Liver Butcher

Before I fired this " Taliban " Doctor I made another Appointment with him , because I felt like I needed him to know how I felt about what he did to me ! So six Weeks later I went to see him . As usual he would be late , apologized for being late and then take his Glasses off to read my Chart . The paper was right in front of his eyes and this pause with no Words was between us and you could have felt the electricity in the air . He finally after 7 Minutes of studying the chart he finally looked at me and asked me what I was there for . I said " Doctor you hurt me and I will never ever be able to forgive you for that " I was surprised to realize that my voice was firm and without any hesitation . " I remember everything that happened in this operating room , and I also remember the Nurse telling you that I was not under . But you didn't stop , I remember the sweat on your forehead and the insecurity of a Butcher that cuts his first piece of meat ." I got up from my chair and we just looked at one another , he never said anything ! I walked to the door and said , looking over my shoulder : " I actually do not believe that you are a medical Doctor " When I closed the door behind me I felt the Blood rush through my head but I felt free . Free from all the Night mares that I had after this Butcher job and I knew that I did the right thing for coming back and facing him . When I walked out of his Office and got into the Elevator I took a deep Breath ... I did it ... I told him what I been feeling for Weeks . And now I could move on . I was proud of myself because I don't like confrontations but I don't run away from them either .