Wait, what?

Made an appointment with a new psychologist. My message on her machine went something like this: "Hi, my name is Cassie. My insurance company gave me your number. I'd love it if you called me back. My number is ###-####. Oh, and if you get my answering maching, please don't say why you're calling, because my husband has no idea I'm contacting you."

Firstly, I'm not relapsing, I could just use a steady hand on my shoulder to guide me through my stress.

Secondly, I hope my husband doesn't catch on and think I'm having an affair with a lovely-sounding young woman.

Lastly... why the hell do I always do things to complicate my life?