"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲."
[MATURE]
After finally getting rid of her toxic boyfriend, Bethany Russo is ready to take control of her career in marketing. The only issue is that her favourite word is yes. Never one to disappoi...
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I did something fucking stupid.
I let Ronan talk me into therapy.
My last few sessions have been okay... maybe better than I would ever admit. I could see how it could possibly help me, I could admit that it had helped everyone else.
But this time I'm wondering if this guy is actually the one who needs therapy.
"Love is like a puzzle."
"Excuse me?" I grunt out over the laptop. Despite smiling I can see the sadness pass through his eyes as he talks. This guy definitely has his own bullshit to deal with.
"What you're struggling with is very personal to me Quinn. I don't share my personal business, especially during my clients time but I feel this may help. My wife left me after 20 years." He admits slowly.
Normally I can hide my reaction but he notices the raise of my eyebrows, "I know." He chuckles. I watch as he leans his arms on the desk, one hand reaching out towards a picture frame he keeps on his desk. He turns it to face me and I see a picture of a women.
"We knew each other from college but weren't close. Not until we met again 5 years later, older, wiser and in our respective jobs. We were late to relationships compared to the rest of our year group, by then most had kids or were getting married. This is something I feel you can relate to?"
I sigh feeling the weight on my chest grow, I'm 36, older, tired. I'm tired in the sense that I want to slow down with someone, I always imagined having kids of my own. Slowly I admit it, "Yeah."
He smiles sadly, "We didn't rush. I thought we would have the rest of our lives. Eventually after moving in and getting married we wanted to start our family. It never happened, we tried for over 10 years."
This was one of my fears, deep down. That it was too late for me. I notice that I feel for him, what he went through are some of my biggest fears. Unbeknownst to me I utter out, "I'm sorry."
He waves me off as his eyes focus on the picture frame, "We tried everything, every myth or tip out there. IVF was the last resort and after a few rounds we accepted that we just weren't meant to have a baby. We thought of adoption but after trying for so long we both were mentally drained. I hadn't realised how much it had taken a toll on us both, we drifted and as the years went by I closed up. Like you are right now."
I frown my mind wondering through each memory I've had with Bethany. I think I was being open with her in each of them, I remember feeling lighter than usual. "What happened?"
