Recovery

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It's been a year since Rob got raped and he's still suffering, he's resorted to torture techniques instead of making love like he wants. One time I tried and he really wanted it and we nearly got there then he just froze up and ran out of the complex and walked around downtown. Fuck you Jess thanks to you I might never fully have my man back, and it's all thanks to her. Rob's been put on a lot of medicine to help him but most of it doesn't work, they diagnosed him with depression and PTSD. Rob might not do well when touring kicks back up or that's what the doctor said anyway. It starts tomorrow. Max was over and we gave him five hundred bucks to watch the kids for the day me and Rob need some quality time. And in all honesty Max doesn't mind Slash and Elliot he thinks there quite cool. They're two now. Me and Rob went out to McDonalds and he tried to stay collected and he did a pretty good job. I put my head on his shoulder and cried, I want my old Robert back. " Why are you crying," he asked stroking my hair. " I want the old Robert back, the one who wasn't scared and willing to take risks," I gripped on to him tighter. He kissed me hard and put his arms around me, it's the first time he's really done this in a whole," I'll get there and I am," he gave me a weak smile. When we got home Rob started getting flirty, really flirty and he was nice maybe my old Rob is coming back. We headed to the bedroom and hit the lights.

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