The Rosy Life- a sexual Demma fanfic

Four

" Your husband had a depressive brain tumor, it was spreading very quickly so we had to operate it right out", the doctor says. " it's ok, I'm down to six stone!" I mention. The doctor looks puzzled. " I had a resection surgery a year ago" I say. The doctor nods. " well anyway, Daniel is going to need physical therapy for three weeks every day", he says. About a week later, our life isn't that rosy anymore. Dan's physical therapy is causing many fights, but none of them as bad as this one: " Jemma! Where is my physio thing?!" Dan shouts. " I don't know!" I answer. " I TOLD YOU TO REMEMBER WHERE IT IS BECAUSE MY MEMORY ISNT WORKING AS WELL SINCE MY SURGERY!" " YOU CANT BLAME EVERYTHING ON YOUR SURGERY, DANIEL!" " IM SORRY THAT YOURE THE REASON IM DEPRESSED!" That shocks me. " I- I..." I take a moment to gather myself and start shouting again: " WELL IF IM THE REASON YOURE DEPRESSED, THEN MAYBE WE SHOULD GET A DIVORCE!" " YOU KNOW WE DONT HAVE THE MONEY FOR A DIVORCE, JEMMA!" " FINE! THEN LETS JUST BRAKE UP! AND WHEN WE DO GET THE MONEY, IM TAKING ELLIE AND PEGGY!"  With those words I run outside, even those though it's October and I'm not wearing a jacket. The fight made my Crohn's act up again, but my medicine is inside. My stomach is screaming for treatment, but I'm too humiliated to go back inside. But... I left the Kitchen window open! I sneak around the house and climb through the window. I look around carefully. All I see is Dan, who is crying in the living room. I sneak into the upstairs bathroom and pop in the pills and take my shot. I instantly feel the pain go from operation- without- anesthesia to period cramps, which is totally normal. I pack a suitcase and carry it downstairs. As I pick up Peggy Dan looks at me. I just glare at him and leave.

Same- ish as before