Every Need

Ch.7

Nate POV:

     The hospital is crazy busy today.  My work is never done.  I keep replaying the events that occurred last week.  I do feel bad. 
     "Can you tell me what happened last week?" My therapist asks. I go through the recent events.
      "I met someone," I say. "She's a nurse at the hospital were I work.  She's so wonderful," I say.  "I thought we were making progress Nate.  You can't help your sex addiction by continuing to sleep with multiple people.  You are not only hurting others, but you are hurting yourself," she finishes.  "This has nothing to do with my sex addiction.  My relationship with my wife has increasingly become worse.  I think I'm going to ask her for a divorce."  "Why do you want to ask your wife for a divorce?"  "We've fallen out of love.  I've tried to fix things between us, but I realize that our relationship is broken beyond repair.  I'm the main reason for that," I say.  "I feel that we can't be happy together and my sex addiction is not to blame for that.  It's my personal ways."  "I'm glad that you were able to come to this realization Nate. You are slowly progressing.  Have you told your wife about this addiction?"  "No," I respond.

      I get called in later that day to the hospital.  "Hey Nate," Ashley says.  "I was wondering if you would like to have dinner again tomorrow."  "I can't," I say.  "Please," she pouts.  "Maybe some  other time because I will be extremely busy."  "Are you blowing me off?" Ashley accuses me.  "No I'm not.  See you later."
     As I began to walk away, I hear a voice.  "Hey Nate." Surprised to see Camila.  "Hey.  What are you doing here."  "I came to take you to dinner."  Ashley is glaring daggers at me. "Ok. Give me five minutes."

Camila POV:

      "Ok. Give me five minutes", Nate says. And walks away.  "Hi I'm Ashley," woman says.  "I'm Camila," I say.  "Oh I know, you are all your husband talks about," I looked at her quizzically .  "I like your shoes bye the way."  I was wearing my Versace red-bottom pumps.  "Thank you I say." I had just had gotten off of work. 
     Sure enough Nate comes out five minutes later.  "It was nice meeting you Ashley," I say.  Then we were on our way.

     "Do you remember what today is?" I ask.  "It's our 4th anniversary," he says and takes a sip of his wine.  "Good. You remember."  "I want the both of us to be happy, but I don't think we can be happy as long as we're still together.  We've fallen out of love, and I know I'm to blame for most of it," Nate says.  "Are you saying you want a divorce?"  "Yes," he replies.  He pulls out a file from his bag.  "These are the divorce papers.  I've already signed," he says.  At that moment my world absolutely crashed.  I knew this was were our relationship was heading, but I thought I would be the one to file for divorce. 
       "I have something to tell you.  I have been going to a therapist the last past few months.  I was to embarrassed to tell you about my addiction"  he says.  "What addiction," I say.  "I'm a sex addict," Nate says.  "I'm hurt that you couldn't confide in me," I say.  I am even more hurt that you would give me divorce papers on our anniversary.  You could've waited after or do it beforehand," I say very emotionally.  "How many people have you slept with since we've been together".  "A little over 40", he responds embarrassed.  "In the 5 years we've been together, you slept with that many people.
      "Do you know how much pain you have caused me all these years?"  "I've suffered 3 miscarriages, and you were out cheating each time that I was pregnant.  You made me feel as if I was unimportant for most of our marriage.  That's why I started absorbing myself into work, so I wouldn't have to deal with our issues, and you did the same by avoiding the important topics," I finish. I take the divorce papers and sign them.  I then leave the restaurant.