Rough Patch

13

Jenna Joseph  

I was really struggling, more than I thought. In a way I felt absolutely terrible for leaving Tyler like that. I know that he wasn't there for me like he should've been but maybe I should've been more forceful with him. Maybe I should've made him go to therapy and get help, but I didn't. 

Ellie doesn't really understand why we are still away. It's only been two days and she hasn't really asked any questions about why we are still here. I didn't pack enough clothes for the both of us but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe when I go back I can actually sit down and have a good talk with Tyler. 

I sit at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a magazine. I watch as Ellie plays in the living room with some of my old toys and my mom dad sits on the floor with her. I feel a hand on my shoulder, my mom knows I'm still very upset about everything.

"Jenna, you aren't going to feel any better if you don't do something." My mom says. 

"What if I made the wrong decision to separate with Tyler." I ask. 

"Sweetie, maybe this is exactly what you're relationship needed. And I wouldn't call it a separation, I would call it a short break." 

"Why do you say that?"

"I think you should go back to him sooner. He really does need you and he needs Ellie. Maybe he needed a reality check and this was it." 

"Should I go back to him today?" 

"Why don't you leave all your stuff and Ellie here and you go out for a bit and see if he wants to talk, just you two." 

"Okay. I think that's a good idea. I'll go get ready now and then I'll call him when I'm leaving."

"I think that's a great idea." 

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Tyler Joseph  

I'm sitting in my living room staring outside when my thoughts are interrupted by my phone ringing. I grab it and glance down at my phone. "JENNA" appears in bold across my phone screen with a beautiful picture of her and Ellie that I edited to perfection. I stare at the screen a little longer before answering.

"Hello?" I say quietly into the phone.

"Hey, Ty." Jenna says back, I melt at the sound of her voice.

"How is everything?" I ask trying to make conversation. 

"Are you home?" 

"Yes I am." 

"Can I come over? Just me." 

"Of course."

"Okay. I'll be there in 10." She hangs up. I then begin to panic. I haven't told her about the other day. I'm sitting in a wheel chair with a couple stitches on the bottom of both of my feet. I quickly reach for my phone and dial Jenna back. 

"Hello?" Jenna answers, she sounds slightly confused. 

"I just thought I'd let you know that I'm in a wheel chair but don't be alarmed. I won't be in it for much longer." I reply.

"What in the world did you do, Tyler?" 

"I'll explain in person. See you soon." I hang up and let out a breath. I'm thankful that Zack helped me clean up my mess I had made. 

I hear the door crack open and I see Jenna in the hallway. She spots me and stares at me while I sit in my wheel chair. She takes off her shoes and slowly walks into the living room and sits on the couch in front of me.

"Okay. So before I explain why I'm here, explain what happened to you." Jenna commands. 

"Don't read into it too much but after you called me the other morning from you're moms place saying you wanted to be separated, I kind of went a little crazy. I drank, Jenna. Only one small sip but I drank. I then got so mad at myself that I threw the bottle on the ground and I knew I made a terrible mistake so I ran to grab my phone to call Zack but I ran across the shattered bottle and got deep cuts in my feet. Zack took me to the hospital and I only needed a couple stitches but since it's in both feet I need to be in a wheel chair for a week. Zack also helped me clean up everything and helped me decide that I need to get help. I don't want to go to therapy because that didn't help last time, but I need help." I take a deep breath after I finish my explanation. Jenna had tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Ty." Jenna cried. 

"No no no. This isn't your fault. You're just fine."

"I want to be here for you. I want to help you through this. I want this to be the last time you feel terrible about your life." 

"Thank you."

"And you don't need to go to therapy. I have a better plan."

"What's your plan?" 

"I thought we could talk to Josh's parents. I think it'll be good for you."

"I think that would be good actually." Then my heart sank. I forgot tomorrow is the day Josh's family is having his death anniversary service. I'm suppose to put his masks on top of the casket. 

"Everything okay, Tyler?" Jenna asks. 

"Tomorrow is 6 years since Josh died." I say.

"Oh my gosh. I forgot. There's that service we have to go to." 

"Yeah. And I'm suppose to do a speech and put the masks on the casket. I don't know if I'm prepared." 

"You are. You'll be great. Speak from your heart and everything will work out perfectly." 

"You're right. I can do this. I just have to think about what Josh would say. He would want me to do this and be strong. I can do that. I can be strong for Josh, for you and for Ellie. I can do this."

"I believe in you. I'm sorry for how I've acted the last few days and------" 

"No. Don't apologize. I'm sorry for not being there for you and Ellie for the past five years like I should've. I'm sorry for not being the same husband that you married. I'm not good enough for you but I want to be and I'm going to try hard to get there. I'm going to try to get back to the person I was when we were first married. I'm going to try and make up for all the time I wasn't there for Ellie. I promise you." 

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Authors note:

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