The face you make when your wife say ya going to therapy together 💀😭.
A week later
Kimberly ❤️
After dropping the kids off at school, me and Dak had the house to ourselves. Well, at least until 9:00. I have therapy at 10.
Dak sat at the counter eating cereal, because I refused to make breakfast today. Everyone had cereal this morning. Yeah, I was too lazy to make a full course meal.
I walked down the stairs, carrying Cameron on my left hip. She was playing with my necklace. I sat her on the counter, across from Dak.
I watched as he ate his cereal in peace. I chewed on my lower lip before speaking.
"Hey babe." I say.
"Whats up?" He said.
"Nothing. Just getting ready for therapy." I say.
He nods.
"In which you're coming to." I mumble, looking down.
I heard the silverware drop against the bowl and I knew he was about to say something.
"What?" He said.
"You're coming to therapy with me today." I say.
"What? No." He said.
"Dak." I say.
"I told you I have a meeting today Kimberly, I can't go." He said.
I wanted to say something, but I decided against it. I changed my mind though.
"Fine. I thought you'd be the kind of husband that wants to fix the situation instead of make it worse." I say.
I grabbed the baby and began my way back to the stairs, ignoring him. I take Cameron into her nursery, him following close behind.
"Kimberly." He states.
I don't answer, I just continue getting Cameron's stuff ready. I'm dropping her off at Monica and Zeke's.
"Kimberly." He repeats.
"What?" I say.
"Stop." He said.
"No. I need to go to therapy and you're holding me back." I say.
Before he could speak, I spoke up.
"No, I don't wanna hear a thing from you. I'm trying, very hard, to fix this. To fix us. I'm trying so hard, but you don't seem to give a damn. I really wish it was me instead of Jeremiah." I say, not thinking twice before saying what I just said.
His eyes widened.
"Maybe you'd appreciate me better if I were dead." I mumble.
"Kimberly don't say that, you're jinxing yourself." He said.
I shrug off his comment.
"I'll go." He said.
"Forget it now. I'm used to going by myself anyway." I say, picking up Cameron.
"Kimberly, I'm going with you." He said.
I walk down the stairs, him not far behind.
"Go to your meeting, because that's clearly more important than wanting to fix our marriage." I say.
He grabbed my arm, stopping me before I went any further.
"I'm going with you." He said.
After that I just stood there, waiting for him.
*****
"Ahh, this must be the infamous Dak Prescott. Hi, I'm Dr. Mitchell. We talked a few times on the phone." Dr. Mitchell introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you Doc." Dak said.
"Hello again Kimberly." Dr. Mitchell said.
I wave, smiling.
"Alright, let's get started. We're gonna start with the basic, which is how me and Kimberly start every session." Dr. Mitchell explained.
Dak gave me a curious look.
"How are you feeling today?" Dr. Mitchell asked.
Dak looked back at him, sighing.
"Exhausted and confused." Dak replied.
"Confused? About what, might I ask?" Dr. Mitchell exclaimed.
"About why I'm here. These sessions were meant to help Kimberly with the death of our son." Dak answered.
"Well, I also help with marriages." Dr. Mitchell added.
Dak shrugs.
"You can't fix what isn't broken Doc." Dak replied.
I stared at the side of his face. He knew I was staring at him, he just refused to look my way.
"Well, what Kimberly tells me sure does sound like it." Dr. Mitchell said.
"She could be lying." Dak protested.
"Is that true Kimberly?" Dr. Mitchell asked me.
"Not at all. The whole point of attending therapy is to help me overcome my problems. And if Dak is not supportive of that, then why am I here?" I say.
"I am very supportive of this Kimberly, don't lie like that." Dak said.
"Really? Then prove it. Prove to me that you care." I say.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"Don't go to anymore meetings for the rest of this week." I say.
"Why? So I can sit in the house all day and do nothing?" He said.
"No, you could spend the day with me. Like we did last week, before you ran off to one of your meetings." I say.
"I wouldn't have so many meetings if you weren't being annoying." He mumbled under his breath.
"You wanna say that again? I couldn't hear you loud enough." I say.
"Nothing." He mumbled again, looking away from me.
I look back at Dr. Mitchell.
"See what I mean? He's being stubborn." I say.
He nods, writing it all down.
"If he really cared about our marriage, he would be home more often." I say.
"The Football industry is very busy! In case you haven't noticed, this shit is not easy! I wanna be home Kimberly, I really do! But I made a commitment and I have to stick to it! Why don't you understand that?!" Dak exclaimed, officially fed up.
I jumped at his sudden tone.
"I'm quite sure the company doesn't require 30 damn meetings a week." I say.
He was about to say something, but decided against it.
"You know what, I'm gonna go wait in the car." He said.
"No no, you stay here. Talk to the therapist. Because it seems you have more problems on your plate than I do." I say, standing up.
"Kimberly!" He called as I walked to the door.
Just when I opened the door, he spoke up again.
"How are you gonna get in the car without the key?" He said.
I walk back over to him. He holds the keys out to me and I snatch them from him. Then I walk out of the room and the center.
I walk to the car and get in. I sit in the passenger seat and sigh. Without even knowing it, I begin to fall asleep.
Maybe this'll clear my mind a bit
