The photo above is the main character: Ashley.
"I guess-"
"We don't need this!" I viciously hissed at both of them.
"Babe," Ryan placed his hand on my, in disgust, I snatched my hand away, accidentally hitting Ryan's lip in the process.
"Ash!"
"Ryan!"
"Mr. and Mrs. Black!" The Couples Therapist - Gwen - howled, "Both of you need to simmer down! This is exactly the attitude the sunk you both in such a bad situation," She said, turning her attention to me.
"We don't! You just want to get paid!" I shouted angrily, sitting back on the sofa.
"I swear to-" Ryan groaned, grabbing my chin violently, forcing me to look him right in the eyes, "Do it!"
Ryan really left me with no choice, giving me a look I'd recognised as meaning 'I-will-hit-you-when-we-get-home-if-you-don't-just-sit-down-and-look-happy'.
Honestly, we do need this, our relationship has been tricky. We've both just grown fed up of each other, ever since married life.
I still love him very much and I feel like I can be myself around him so maybe it's 'myself ' that's the problem. Have we just gotten too comfortable with each other? Now feeling like we can do whatever we please to each other, has that caused our issues?
"What are the main problems you two have with each other?" The Gwen asked.
I decided that it would be much safer if I just kept my mouth shut but Ryan, without hesitation, jumped in to tell how awful I am, how many things I get wrong, all of my faults, everything he hates about me; yet he was literally just describing me, is that what he hates? Me?
Don't worry, this was just an intro. All the other chapters will be noticeably longer.
I do have a lot going on and will probably only upload once in a month or longer but if you like this story you'll wait, if you don't then...
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The Unhealthy One
Teen Fiction"I don't really think it's me, all Ryan does is insult me." "She's crazy!" "Well who is it?" "It's her!" "It's him!"
