Finding Contentment

Part 9

        "Oh darling, I'm so happy you're starting therapy. I'm so proud of you."

I encourage as I nervously pace back and forth in my hotel room. The guilt of my infidelity is screaming so loud in my skull, I can barely make out what Bre is saying.

"I think it's really going to be a good thing for me,  She pauses for a moment, then stutters, um, I mean, for us, it will be good for us."

I swallow hard, as tears well up in my eyes. What have I done? I think to myself, Why did I betray her, when she needed me the most?  Failed her, I failed us. I try and compose myself slightly, wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt.

"Do, Do you want me to come with you, to therapy, we could, could go together, I mean, I'll drop everyth...."

"Tom,  it's ok, she interrupts quietly,  I think I need to do this on my own, at least at first, ok?" I nod, then speak up, realizing she can't see me on the other end of the phone.

Yes, of course, darling, whatever you need, I understand." I explain as I plop down at the end of the bed, my guilt leaving me feeling depleted of energy.

Feeling relieved when I hear her yawn on the other end of the phone. "Bre, it's late, you need to get some rest, we'll talk tomorrow, ok?

"Ok Tom, I would like that, goodnight" Without waiting for me to respond, she hangs up the phone. I sit there, seemingly for hours, looking at the black screen. Until I hear a quiet knock at the door. I walk slowly across the room and peer out the peephole. It was Regan, dressed in a blue silky mini dress and gold stiletto heels. I run my hand through my hair,   then slowly open the door. I do my best to put on a forced smile, "Hey Regan, what do you need?

Regan looks up at me and frowns, " "What do I need, you ask? We had plans to go get a drink tonight, did you forget?" I once again run my fingers through my hair, trying to think of a good excuse not to go. When I couldn't think of one, I decided to be honest." Regan, I, I can't do this anymore." She cocks her head to one side, looking as though she doesn't understand.

"I talked to Bre tonight, I start out cautiously. She has decided to go to therapy, that's a huge step in the right direction." I explain as Regan continues to look confused. Finally, she stands up straight, tugs on the hem of her dress. " What does that have to do with me?" She asks with a chill in her voice.

"Regan, You know what this means, we can't do this anymore. I explain in a less than patient voice. Regan now looks enraged,
"Oh yes, poor Bre. She turned her back on you, yet, you run back to her. I was there for you when you needed someone, I didn't shun you or turn away from your touch, why does she get you? she doesn't deserve you, Tom!" Now, I've had enough.

"She's my wife, she lost a child as well, Regan! She doesn't deserve me? No, I don't deserve her! I should've had better sense than to go to bed with you. She's a better person than you, You could never replace her! " At first, Regan looks hurt, then it quickly turns to rage as her fist makes contact with my nose.
My eyes instantly start to water as pain shoots up my nose into what feels like my brain. "You fucking broke my nose! I shout out angrily,
She just continues to stand there and smile at me, like she was taking pleasure in my pain, who knew she was such a heartless bitch?

Once she storms out of my room, I send for our medic on call to check out my nose. Just like I thought, it was broke, now how are we going to finish this movie, I'm never getting home to Bre.