Somebody That I Used To Know

Therapy

Part of the dialogue about the creepy stuff people do is based on true events.

"So Tom," Dr. Olsen softly smiles. "I'm very glad to see you."

"Yeah, I... I needed to make an appointment."

"You did. There's a lot we need to talk about but I want to start with something. Molly called me and told me about an... incident that happened the other night."

"Oh, no, I... I'd rather not talk about that." Tom says.

"I would. You know you're worth more than that, right?"

Molly lays in bed. She keeps looking at Tom, anxiously shaking her leg. Tom notices how much she's tossing and turning.

"What's wrong, darling?"

"Nothing."

"What's wrong, Mols?"

"I'm fine, honey." Molly smiles and grabs Tom's hand.

Tom closes his eyes and hears Molly let out a frustrated sigh.

"Are you okay?" Tom seriously says.

"Mhm."

"Do you need to use the bathroom? What in the world is wrong with you?"

"I'm just... nevermind."

"You're what?"

"Nothing, Tom. Seriously, it doesn't concern you, don't worry about it."

"Is it cramps? I can get you a heating pad if you'd like."

"No, baby. Just go to sleep, I'm fine. I'll fall asleep soon anyway."

"Just tell me what's wrong with you, please, you're scaring me."

"It's nothing you can fix and nothing I can fix with you here. I mean you know I don't care but... you'll freak out so-"

"Oh," Tom quickly says. "I... I can leave. I don't... I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."

"No, no, it's fine. Just go to sleep."

"Are you sure? What... what brought this on?"

"This natural, hon." Molly says. "Well... for most people. And I know you don't feel the same way, you... you can't right now but... but you're my husband. I try to do what I can not to be but... I'm very attracted to you still."

Tom sighs and closes his eyes. A sad look comes across his face. He sits up and starts to unbutton his pajama shirt.

"What are you doing?"

Tom doesn't respond and takes off the unbuttoned shirt, placing it on the nightstand.

"Thomas, what the hell are you doing?"

"Just... don't make it too long please."

"No." Molly says. "You... you don't want to."

"It's fine." he quietly says. "You're... you're my wife. You've had to give up a lot for me and I owe you this. Besides, I... I'd rather it be you than someone else."

"No, Thomas, that... that's not how this works."

"It's fine, Molly."

"It's not fine. You don't want to do it."

"I'm giving you my consent. I won't bother you, just... do what you're going to do and then I'll go to sleep. Just please don't hurt me, that's all I ask."