She sighed.
"Well , y-yes hes different... but not in a way i want him to be."
"Then how do you want him. Like Claire?"
"Well.. yeah , but theres no chance for us to be together now.. he got a husband!"
"Mhm.. again , why don't we try the method I suggested last time?"
"I-I don't want to lose him , I don't want to feel like he's... Gone."
"So you would rather live in pain than get help? I'm sorry Samantha but I've tried everything. I don't think I can help you. You may need to just.. perhaps try getting someone else so you can focus your mind on them. Then again you don't seem ready for a relationship.."
"I just can't lose him! Nobody understands! I'm fucking done with therapy , fuck you!"
She stormed out of the room , her heels loudly hitting the tile as she left. The man just sat there is mild shock.
She went to a phone booth and put in a couple quarters , praying for an answer as she spun the dial to call someone.
There was a sound of the phone being picked up ,
"H-Hello? Are you there.? I just wanted to say I'm sorry abd i just wanted to know if mayb-"
The phone had a dial tone and now it just buzzed. She stood there for a minute in shock before quickly running down the street to her house.
"I just can't be good enough! Goddamnit..."
There was loud sounds in her home , children.
She didn't hate them. Just.. maybe disliked was the word.
Then again , how she wished she could have children. Perhaps thats why he left. Her infertility. She was always the reason afterall. why wouldn't she be here in this situation?
She cleaned herself up in the guest bedroom then made food for the kids and passed out on the couch after four bottles of tequila.
