While You Were sleeping (Part 2)Everyone loses when cheating is involved.Matt wakes up to a new, nightmarish reality.Reality really sucks, at least mine does. What the hell am I supposed to do now? The woman that I love more than anything, and that I thought loved me the same, fucked my former best friend Jim. How the hell do we get past this? Can I get past this?First thing I need to do is get healthy again, then go kick Jim’s ass. How dare that asshole? He was supposed to be my best friend. Instead, he takes the first chance he can while I was in a c*** to nail my woman.How am I supposed to get better when I can’t stand to be near the woman who SHOULD be the one helping me? I tried to get up the best I could, but only managed to sit up against the headboard. I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of bed and walk without falling down, so I had no choice but to ask for help. This shit was getting old fast.”Jenn! Sidney! Could one of you come help me please?” I yelled out to the house. At first no one responded, and then I heard a muffled response from the hallway.”Yeah, dad, I will be there in a second,” my daughter replied.She came into the room, and I put my arm around her shoulders so she could help me up to go into my bathroom. As we were walking through the doorway, I looked to the hallway and saw my wife in tears, holding her hand over her mouth. I would have felt bad for her, but that was her damn fault.My daughter helped me get onto the toilet and then left the room for a minute to let me finish up. When I was done, I pulled up my pants the best I could and flushed the toilet. Sidney came back in and helped me to the sink to wash my hands and face.We walked together out to the living room where she helped me sit at the table, and went into the kitchen. Today was the first day of the rest of my screwed up life, and damn was I still tired.”Honey could you brew me some…oh, never mind.” I was going to ask her to brew some coffee but she was already putting the grounds in the filter. “Thank you,” I said.Once she got the pot going, she came in and sat down across from me. I could tell she wanted to say something but looked very uncomfortable.”Sidney, yesterday must have been a tough day on you. Do you want to talk about it?”She sat for a second looking at her hands on the table, and then looked up at me. “Dad, I want to stay with you. If you and mom split up, I want to stay here, with you.”I didn’t know what to say. My heart filled up with some much needed love at that moment, and my eyes started to water a little. Hers did too.”I really don’t know what is going to happen, but I will do whatever I can for you k**s. You guys are my life.”About that time my boys came into the room, and started getting cereal for breakfast. I sat drinking my coffee and my wife came out, dressed for work already. She still looked miserable, but smiled for the k**s’ sake. She looked like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She finally sputtered out a quick, “I love you guys,” and then left the house.As her car drove off, the k**s all got ready for school, and Sidney helped me get situated back in my room. My mom was going to stop by, and help out during the day while the k**s were at school.While I lay in bed watching some movie, I started thinking about how shitty my life has been lately. I had nothing but time on my hands to get stuck in my own thoughts. I thought that I had a pretty good life up until that accident. I was married to the love of my life, and had three wonderful k**s. Where did I go wrong?Before I could get too wrapped up in things, I heard the front door shut and my mom yell out, “Matt, where are you? I’m here!””Back here mom, in bed.” I yelled back.She came back and sat on the edge of the bed. “Honey, I know you are going through a tough time right now, but you will get better. I am here to help you too!”She still didn’t know about Jennifer and what she did to me. When I didn’t respond right away she looked at me closer, like mom always does. She squinted a little, then asked, “What’s really bothering you? You look like someone just died.””My marriage probably did,” I managed to get out, before getting a little choked up. I wasn’t big into tears, but the pain was almost too much to bear.”Jennifer cheated on me, mom. She confessed last night. I have no idea what I am going to do, but she broke my heart. The boys seem to be handling it ok, but Sidney is a mess. How could she do this to us?”Mom took a minute and then said, “I’m so sorry honey. I never would have thought she would do something like this. I know you two love each other very much. You can see it when you look at each other. Honey, I don’t know what advice to give you, other than no matter what happens, your father and I will be here for you and the k**s.”She got up and kissed my forehead, then left the room for a bit. She told me she would make me some hot soup for lunch. Why is it that all mothers think a hot bowl of noodle soup will fix everything? I guess it can be a remedy for just about anything, including colds, comas, and a broken heart. She ended up making a really good soup actually, nice and warm. It made me feel better, even if only for a few minutes.She came back to the room to get the bowl a bit later, and told me she would sit out in the living room watching some TV while I rest. I put my head on my pillow and before I knew it, I woke up to hear the front door shut.I heard my mom talking, and I had to guess it was my wife home from work. “My son told me. I am very disappointed in you, Jennifer. Now, I have to get home to start dinner for my husband, but will be back at the same time tomorrow. Good night.”The whole time, I hadn’t heard a peep out of my wife. The door shut as my mom left, and my wife came back to check on me. She still looked like death warmed over, and I felt like she looked. Man, if I could move around better, I would probably choke her out right now.She must have seen the scowl on my face as she set her purse down on the dresser. She sat on the edge of the bed, but didn’t say anything immediately. She looked up at me, and I asked her, “What? What do you want?” I knew I was being a dick, but there wasn’t a lot of compassion in me right then. She just stared at me for a minute longer, then sighed and started talking.”How are you feeling?” she asked. “Your first therapy appointment is tomorrow. The k**s have spring break coming up next week, so will be home from school.””I feel like shit. Why do you care anyway?” I asked.”Matt,” she started, sniffling a little. “I have cried a lot lately, and you’re right and wrong. I care very much, but obviously that didn’t stop me from failing. How can I prove to you that I still love you with all my heart?””Jenn, I don’t know, but right now I can’t think straight about anything. I need time to think, and get better. It might be better if you weren’t around so much right now.” I know the words had to sting, but at the moment, I really didn’t care much.She got up and went to the closet to change out of her work clothes. As she got down to her bra and panties, I started getting aroused. My cock was betraying me, with no regard for my emotions at all. I looked down at it, and thought, traitor.As she was standing there looking in the closet, it reminded me of the first year we were married. Before we had the k**s, we lived in a small two bedroom apartment. She used to walk around almost every night with just her bra and panties on.Jenn had always been the more relaxed one of the two of us. I’m not saying she was a party a****l back then, but she initiated sex almost as often as I did. Of course, we used to have sex almost every night back then, but after our daughter was born we cut back a lot. I am sure it is pretty common for most parents, but still wasn’t great. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.I really couldn’t think straight with her in the room, in the house for that matter. I really wasn’t sure what to do, but definitely still mad at her for betraying me with my shitty-ass supposed friend Jim. I will kill that fucker when I get better; that much is for sure.Honestly if I had to make a decision right this moment, I was seriously considering killing my cheating-ass wife too, love or no love. Then I thought of the k**s and what that would do to them. If they lost their mom, and their dad was sent to prison, where would that leave them?I audibly sighed, and my wife looked at me before finishing getting dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. She left the room without a word. About this time my daughter Sidney came in to check on me. Funny how I never even heard the k**s get home.”How are you feeling dad? Can I get you anything?” she asked.”Man, I am glad to see you. Yeah, could you help get me up to go out into the living room? I would rather spend the evening with you guys than laying here in bed.””Sure dad.” She helped me get up and walk down the hallway. I was starting to feel that I could walk a little on my own, but still would probably fall down unassisted. It was a miracle I made it last night by myself.I spent the night in the living room with my k**s watching TV, and listening to them explain some of what they did during the day. My wife stayed in the kitchen busy cleaning up. I still wanted to both choke her and hug her. After turning my attention back to the k**s, they all wished me good luck tomorrow for my therapy, and then went to their rooms to do homework.I sat and watched TV for an hour or two, until I got hungry and thought about dinner. My wife was our main cook, but I didn’t smell anything cooking. Regardless of the past few days, I wondered what was going on. I called out for her, “Jenn!”She came in from the kitchen and stood in front of me. She had a different look on her face than I had been seeing since she admitted her cheating. She almost looked sad but determined. I really wondered what was up now.”I called my parents, and told them that we were having some problems. I decided it would be best if I went to stay with them for a little while. I know you need help, now more than ever, but right now I don’t think you want me to be that person.”You could see she had watery eyes but was holding in the tears this time. I had no comforting response for izmir escort her, so just said, “That might be best, actually. I have never been as uncomfortable as I have been since yesterday around here. You should still call, and come by to see the k**s.”She just kind of nodded, turned, and walked off towards the bedroom. After a couple of minutes, she came out with a suitcase packed, and said she would go talk to the k**s and say goodnight to them. After she came out of each k**’s room, she came over to me and leaned down to give my forehead a quick kiss before I could complain. She said, “I love you Matt, please remember that. Good night.”With that, she left the house and drove off. I was still in turmoil as she left, but decided that this would give me the time that I needed to cool off and think about things. I really didn’t know if I would ever forgive her, let alone stay married to her.******Jennifer goes homeIt was one of the hardest things for me to do, but I knew that I had to give him some space. I could clearly see that my being in the house was just going to constantly remind him, and cloud his judgement.I had been crying a lot lately, but at this point might have been all cried out. I guess I had a little left as I got to my parents’ house, and cried when my mom came out to hug me on the porch. My dad came out and got my suitcase and purse, and we all went inside.We didn’t talk much that first night, but it was probably the worst night of sleep I had since the accident. I had nightmares about Matt and a funeral, about Jim and that horrible night. I woke up before my alarm went off in a sweat, and couldn’t get back to sleep.I sat thinking about the last few days, and where I went wrong. Obviously having sex with Jim was something that should have never happened, but how did it get to that point? I started thinking about the time that I had been spending with him, and it slowly dawned on me that he had played me from the start. Why did I let that snake near me? How was I so blind to see that he wasn’t really trying to be my friend? Instead of helping me deal with things, he wanted to take advantage of me.At that moment I had no answers, but felt I should start writing these questions down so that I could try to explore them further. I wanted…no, I needed to have these answers, if there was any hope of saving my marriage and family.I got out of bed and got ready for the day. If I was to be awake early, I may as well get to work to get my mind off of things. If there is any place on earth that can keep a person busy, it’s a hospital. After getting myself a cup of coffee at Starbucks, I drove to work and went to the trauma center. I told the out-going charge nurse that I would take over early for her, and she could go home early.I sat at the desk, reviewed all the current patients and my nurse roster for the day. I didn’t often get to work with the third shift nurses, but the early hours of the day are usually quiet and pleasant. Today there were quite a few patients in rooms, but nothing that spelled out a crazy shift.One thing most people don’t seem to understand is that the Emergency department is a very difficult place to keep organized. Most of the time is spent reacting to the types of patients that show up at our door. I’m not complaining here, I just wish every day could be more structured. Maybe it was time to start thinking about finding a job in a normal doctor’s office, with normal business hours only.As the sun came up and the morning progressed, I hadn’t stopped to think about my home situation much, and before I knew it, it was time to leave. I talked with Donna towards the end of my shift. She was a somewhat larger, older woman, but one of the nicest people I knew. She was one of the nurses that I had worked with for the last few years, and I valued her friendship.”I suggest if you are having trouble, you could get some counseling or something? I know that when Doug and I had some problems early on in our relationship, we saw a marriage counselor. You never know, it couldn’t hurt to try right?””Thank you for listening and being a good friend, Donna. I might just look into that.”I gave her a quick hug, and we both left for the day to get in our cars. As I walked from the building to the parking garage, I heard someone yell out from behind me, “Jennifer! Wait!”I turned around and it was that asshole, Jim. What the hell did he want?”Jim what the fuck do you want? Haven’t you caused enough damage already?””I’m sorry Jenn, but I just couldn’t stay away. I know Matt is awake now, but you have to know that I have wanted you for a very long time.””I don’t give a shit. Leave me alone, or I will call the cops on you and file for a protection order.” With that, I ran the last few steps to my car and got in. He was yelling how much he needed me as I sped off. That guy had a lot of damn nerve to try to come back to me after what happened. The first thing I thought to do was call Matt, but what would I tell him?I knew he deserved the truth, but would he want to talk to me right now? Would he even believe me, or would he just assume that I fucked him again? I decided to go back to my parents’ house, and call to talk to him and the k**s. I got home and told mom and dad that if Matt’s buddy, Jim, ever came over or called for me, to tell him to go to hell. Without any further explanation, I went into my bedroom and mom followed me in. It was time to come clean to my parents.”Mom, I did something terrible. I cheated on my husband.””With that Jim fellow, I’m guessing?” she asked in terse reply.I simply nodded. I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she sat down on the bed next to me and put her arm around me. Regardless of how badly they screw up, mothers will always take care of their c***dren, I guess.”I won’t go into detail about it, but I told him afterwards that it was the worst mistake I had ever made and to stay away from me, forever. As I was leaving work tonight, he tried to confront me in the parking garage, so I told him to go to hell and leave me alone. What should I do?””Jennifer I can’t tell you what to do. You have to determine that for yourself. I will suggest that you never lie or keep anything from Matt. The key to my marriage has always been to communicate. We haven’t had a perfect life, lord knows that, but we have stayed together because we love each other, and we talk everything out.”Mom’s words made me want to cry again, but I held it in. Everything she said was like more weight on my back, just piling up. I hugged her, then asked if I could be alone for a bit. I took out my cell phone, and pulled up the number for the house. I stared at that number for at least ten minutes, debating whether to hit the call button or not. Finally, I hit the green button and it started ringing. My daughter Sidney picked up on the second ring.”Hello, Jordan residence.””Hey honey, its mom. How are you doing?” I was trying to keep it together and sound positive.There was a pause, and then she answered, “I’m ok mom. What do you want?””How is your dad doing? Did he get back from therapy yet?””Grandma took him earlier today while I was at school, but he is home back, in the bedroom now. Mom…” She paused for a long time, “GOD I HATE YOU!” and hung up on her mother.I stared at my phone for a minute, and then set it down. I knew that I deserved that, but it still hurt a lot. My own k**s hated me. My husband hated me. I am sure on, some level, my parents were pretty mad at me. I just wish this nightmare would end, and I would wake up to the way things were before Matt’s accident.I went to bed crying again, wishing that I could just give up.*****Matt starts therapy hoping to get better soon.After the k**s left for school, my mom showed up to get me ready and take me to my therapy appointment. She was great, helping me out when I needed it the most. We got to the hospital and went into the physical therapy clinic to check in. They rolled out a wheelchair so that I wouldn’t have to try to walk all the way into the clinic.While we were waiting, I thought of my wife. She was somewhere in this building, at that big desk in the E.R., doing her thing. I wonder if she even thought of me while she was here. I sat in the wheelchair thinking about my k**s. Thank god for my daughter. Right now she was helping out more than any k** should have to. I know she is almost an adult, but it still bothered me that she might have to grow up a lot in a very short time.The nurse came out and called us back. We had to go sit in one of the exam rooms and wait for a few minutes before the doctor that had operated on me came in.”Hi Matt, I am very glad to see you doing so well. I just stopped in to talk with you about your head injury, as well as check on how you are doing. The therapy specialists will come in after we are done to get you examined and setup on your program. “So first off, the bad news. You had some frontal lobe inflammation when you first came into the hospital, which is why we had to keep you under with medicine, to let the swelling go down. To be honest, you healed up from that in near record time, but still took a long time to wake up on your own. Every case is different, when it comes to head injuries, so I will give you the best information I can in general terms. There is a chance you could have issues with some of your short term memory functions for a while, or none at all. This could mean that some things that have happened in the last few days, or even the weeks leading up to your accident, might be harder for you to retrieve than older memories.”That said, the good news is that you had virtually no rear lobe or spinal injuries to speak of. Your brain functions were pretty normal after your swelling went down so there should be no major damage to your brain. You might have some scarring on that frontal section, but only time will tell how severe the damage is. Do you have any questions of me so far?”Wow, that was a lot to process. I thought about it for a minute, and then asked, “So, basically, it could have been worse, but my short term memory might be messed up. How long could that take to heal?””Well, Matt, it depends on the amount of loss, if any, you have. Have you had any troubles remembering things lately izmir escort bayan or from before the accident?””Doc, I remember everything from after waking up, but have only flashes of images from the accident. I am pretty sure the last thing I had remembered was earlier that day.””That’s great to hear, Matt. If you start having any trouble in the next few weeks remembering little things, let me know right away. I will go out now and let the physical ther****t get you going.”He got up and shook my hand, and waved by to my mom as he closed the door behind him.Well, that was somewhat of a relief. I was a bit worried about my head, but from his information, it sounded like I was the luckiest man alive. I would have to do some of my own research at home about head injuries when I got bored. Lord knows I would have enough time on my hands.”Well, that sounded positive, don’t you think?” asked mom.”Yeah, it did. Now we have to see what they say about the rest of me.”After a few minutes of waiting, and mom filling me in on how loud my dad snored last night, the door opened again. Thank god for small miracles.A rather tall and striking woman came in and sat at the little desk. She had to be at least 5′ 10″ tall, and about as athletic a body as I had ever seen. She didn’t have an ounce of fat hiding anywhere on her, and her arms and legs looked like she belonged on a track team or something. She had on what looked like a version of workout clothes, or maybe a biker’s outfit.She introduced herself as Doctor Swinson, and she would be handling my care for the coming weeks.”Matt let me start off by saying this is not a quick process. While you seem to be in a little better shape than most for being asleep for four months, you still have a lot of work ahead of you. Do you have any questions for me before we get started?””I am sure you get this a lot, but how soon do you think I will be able to walk on my own?” I asked.”Well it all depends on how hard you work at it, and how quickly your muscles respond to the treatment. Hopefully, be up and walking on your own without assistance in a few weeks, but there are no guarantees. I have found that most of the time, the speed of recovery is determined by the will power of the patient. This recovery is as much a mental recovery as it is a physical one, so we need to make sure you give it your all.””I guess that sounds good, thanks Doc. Let’s get started?””Sure, so first we need to examine your current abilities to see where we need to work on the most, as well as where to start.”With that she got up, opened the door and asked my mom to wheel me out to the main therapy area. There were all sorts of bars on the wall, ropes hanging, weight lifting machines, and even a table in one corner that looked like a massage table or something.We got to an area where there were some mats on the floor, and she asked if I could get up on my own. I tried to get up on my own, but needed mom’s help to fully get out of the chair. She asked if I could stand up without help, but I knew that I probably couldn’t. She asked if I could try, and I did try to stand there for a minute before wobbling and having mom reach out to help me stay steady.She asked me to get down on the mats on the floor, on my back. Mom helped me down onto my back, and the doctor began running all sorts of motion and feedback tests, at least that’s what she called them. Basically, she had me push against her hands with my legs and arms, neck, and so forth.This took almost an hour, but by the time we were done, I was exhausted. She asked mom to help her lift me up into the chair, and together they got me sitting back up. She asked mom to wheel me back into the exam room and wait while she wrote up some quick notes.She came into the room a few minutes later with a big smile on her face.”I have some good news for you, Mr. Jordan. You are actually doing quite well and should recovery nicely after some intense therapy. It will require a lot of effort on your part, but I couldn’t find any evidence of nerve damage or possible motor control problems.”Your main problem is atrophy. Your muscles were sitting still for long enough that they need exercise to get back to what they used to be. Thankfully, your c***, while it seems long, was relatively short. If you had been out for a lot longer, you would likely need years of therapy just to walk again.”She paused for a minute to let the news sink in, and then went on. “You will need rigorous therapy at least three days a week, with continued exercises at home as well. Here are some basics you can get started on today when you get home, and we will train you in the coming days on some more advanced stuff you can do at home.” She handed me a packet of papers stapled together, and asked “Any questions?””No I don’t think so, but if I do, I will call your office, ok?””Sure, that sounds good. It was a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to working with you on your recovery.”With that she stood up, shook our hands, and then opened the door. She walked out to the receptionist, and asked her to schedule me for three times a week for the next month.After we left, I went home feeling a little better. At least my health was on the mend, unlike my marriage. Thankfully I hadn’t thought about my problems at home the whole time I was in with the doctor.We got home, and I got settled in at the house. I was reading over the pamphlet and was pretty sure I could do most of these things, so I found a few that I could do while sitting in bed. I started with my legs, with some simple leg lifts and knee bends. I was at it for a few minutes, but got sore pretty quickly. I did the same types of exercise meant for the arms until they, too, were screaming to my brain in pain.After, I lay down and took a nap. After a while, mom came in to let me know she was taking off and the k**s should be home pretty soon. I just nodded and went back to sleep. I woke up later to the sound of the phone ringing, and my daughter answered it.I guess it was Jenn, because at the end of the call she yelled that she hated her and slammed down the phone. I would need to talk with my daughter about her anger, even if I, too, felt the same right now.She came in to check on me, and then went out to the kitchen to make some food. She wasn’t an executive chef yet, but she knew how to cook a lot more than I ever knew. She told me she learned from cooking channel shows and from mom.She helped me into the chair at our dining room table, and then went to finish up dinner. I asked the boys if they needed any help with their homework, but they said that Sidney already helped them with it.That brought a tear to my eye. My little girl had to grow up too quickly because of all this, and it hurt that I couldn’t do much about it. The k**s all sat at the table, and we ate a very nice hamburger casserole that Sidney had made.The conversation was light, but I think we all needed that right then. Steven mentioned that he got into trouble at school, but nothing major. He said his second period math teacher gave him a warning for talking during a test. Tommy said he had tryouts for the baseball team coming up the week after spring break. Sidney just asked how I was doing and how therapy went.”Guys, it sounds like I will still be out of it and needing help for a while. The good news is that I hope to be up and walking around without help soon. As for everything going on around here at the house, all I can tell you is that we will take things one day at a time.””Well dad, you have our support. You can count on us.” Sidney said with a smile.”Thanks hon, that means a lot, really. Ok, let’s clean up this mess, well could you guys? Then maybe we could watch a movie on-demand?” I asked.They all stood up and started clearing the table. I was so proud of them at that moment. If there was anything to get me through this, it would be them. After they cleaned up, they helped me get comfortable on the recliner, and we all sat and watched a new action movie about an earthquake that had just come out.After the movie, Sidney helped me get to my room, turned around while I got into PJ’s, and then helped me to the bathroom again. Thank god she didn’t seem too embarrassed, because I sure was. I slept ok that night, but still had a lot of unresolved thoughts circling around in my head.For the rest of the week it was pretty much the same. Jenn came by twice to spend some time with the k**s, and you could tell she wanted to talk with me, but there just wasn’t much to say right then. I did tell her that perhaps we should try talking sometime soon, but to be honest, I was dreading it. Mom got me to my therapy appointments, and that hot doctor worked my ass off. I hurt so badly, but she said I was making great progress.That weekend when Jenn came by, she took the boys out to a nice lunch and some shopping. Sidney said she didn’t feel like going with, and I could tell that it hurt Jenn. Part of me felt really good about that, and part of me now just felt sad. She was learning the price of her weakness. I still had to figure out what I was going to do about my asshole ex-friend, but wanted to get better first before handling him.After Jenn brought the k**s back, she asked if we could talk. The k**s went outside for a bit to give us a chance to talk. Sidney asked one last time if I was ok, then said she would be back to check on me. She was going to make a great mom someday.”Matt, I miss you so much. You have to know that, and that I love you so much.””Jenn, do you think I don’t miss you too? We were supposed to grow old together. We were so good together, and I thought you would be by my side forever. Where did I go wrong?””You didn’t Matt, god! How could you think this was your fault?””I just don’t understand. Was Jim that good or …””No, HELL NO!” she interrupted me. “Sorry, just you are the only man I have ever loved. You are the only man I ever want to be with, and I am so ashamed that I let him make me question myself.” She paused for a minute, so I just waited her out. “Matt I am going to be completely honest with you, and hope that you believe me. Jim stopped by the hospital again, and I told him to leave me alone or I would call the cops on him.””What did he want from you, another escort izmir good fucking?” I said with some spite. Just hearing his name made my stomach churn.”He made it sound like he has been in love with me for a long time, and was hoping I felt the same. I told him to go to hell, and never come near me again. I just wanted you to know.”Another pause, and then she started talking again. “What about us, Matt? Is there a chance for you and me? Do you think we could talk to a counselor or something? I am at the end of my rope here, and have no idea how to live without you.”I was starting to get a little pissed off at her, and seriously wanted to kill Jim now. “Jenn, if you want to go see a counselor, then go for it. It might help you sort out why you let another man put his dick in you. As for me going, I will think about it. It might help me out, but then again it could just be a waste of time. As for Jim, if you see him again you tell him that I am going to fucking kill him if he doesn’t leave you the hell alone.”I half expected her to start crying right then. She was getting better about it, but she had always been a very wet-eyed woman. She did have some tears, but wasn’t bawling. My rage didn’t last too long, so I figured we better wrap this up.”If you set something up, I will try it out, OK?”She looked up with a little hope. “OK, honey.” She grabbed her purse, turned to me as she was walking out the door and said, “I love you, bye.” I heard her get in her car and drive off, as the k**s came back in the house.”So dad, when is mom going to be coming home?” asked Tommy.”I am not sure guys, but we might be going to see a counselor, to see if that helps. I just don’t know,” I said.The next week was spring break, so the k**s were home with me most of the time. Steven went to his buddy’s house one night, and Tommy said he wanted to go out on a date with a girl on another. Mom came by to take me to therapy still, and I still hurt after every one of my sessions. I think it was starting to help some though, as I was able to stand up to go pee, instead of having to sit now. It’s sad that I was marking my healing progress by that measure. I think my next major goal should be to jerk off with my left hand instead of my right. I chuckled at that a little.On Thursday of that week, my wife called me to tell me that she started seeing someone, and wondered if I would be willing to meet with them the following Tuesday. I told her I would, but made it clear that if I didn’t like it, I would not be going back.I had a lot of time on my hands, so began to think about what I was going to do to Jim. He really does deserve to get his ass kicked, or something. I still can’t believe he would do that. He must really have it bad for my wife, to ruin a life-long friendship that I thought we had.The next week I went to the counselor, and wasn’t shocked when it was a woman. She looked to be in her mid-fifties and had a very professional look about her. Her name was Doctor McGregor, but preferred to be called Rose. I was a bit apprehensive to be in her office, but she was not aggressive in any way. Sidney came with me and waited out in the lobby while I talked with the doctor alone.”Mr. Jordan I asked your wife to sit out this one time, so that I could talk with you alone first. Do you mind if we jump right in? Good. Your wife told me her side of things, but I am interested in talking about you and your marriage before your accident. Can you tell me more about how you two met?””I guess. Jenn and I met in college, which I am sure she already told you. She and I had some of the same friends, and we ended up dating. At the time, I thought she was the most beautiful woman ever. She still is, but as you can guess I am not very happy with her right now.”After we dated for a while, I just knew she would be my wife. We got along great, and had so much in common. I had never felt so alive with anyone before, and had never been with a woman as easy going as her.”She wrote a few notes as I talked, and looked up when I finished. “So, how was your love life back then? Did you two have sex often?””Well, yeah, we did. We were both young and in love. She wasn’t wild or anything like that, but we both really made sure the other was taken care of.”More notes. I get it, she was a shrink, but the note-taking was going to get old fast. “Mr. Jordan…””Please, call me Matt.” I said.”Ok, Matt. Could you tell me more about your life after college and your wedding?””Well after we graduated… no… take that back. We got engaged while we were both seniors, but decided to wait until we graduated to get married. We had a big church wedding, and it was probably one of the best days of my life. After a great island getaway honeymoon, we came back here to be together.””Thank you for being open with me, Matt. I am sure this isn’t easy for you, especially with everything going on. We are nearing the end of the session time but would you be willing to come back with your wife in about two weeks? I have a few more one-on-one sessions with her before I want to bring you both together.””I would be ok with that. Doc, be honest with me. Do you think we have a chance to work this out?””That depends entirely on the two of you. I will do my best to foster a good place for you both to communicate your problems, but ultimately, any decision has to happen between you and your wife.”I thanked her and left with my mom. At this point I was able to walk most of the way without help, but still, she held my arm.The next two weeks were spent doing a lot of the same. I was going to my therapy sessions, talking with the k**s and my mom, and Jenn came over several times a week to see the k**s. Sidney was still helping me out a lot, and still gave her mother the cold shoulder. I told her that she should try not to let the issues between Jenn and I get in the way of her bond with her mother. I think she felt almost as betrayed as I did, most of the time.We had a few of the joint sessions together, but sadly, I was getting no closer to forgiving my wife than I had when we started. Maybe this wasn’t going to work out after all?A few more weeks of therapy, and I would be scaled back to just a weekly office visit to see how I was doing. I couldn’t wait to be done with all those exercises, even though the ther****t told me that I would need to continue with the home work-outs for a while after she was done with me. All I know is that day couldn’t come soon enough, so I could get back to work.*******Jennifer is tryingSo after a few of the sessions with Doctor McGregor, I was starting to realize that maybe I had always been weak willed. She asked me a lot of questions about my past, before I dated Matt, and even before I went to college.I told her that my parents were both caring people, and I thought I had a pretty good c***dhood. My best friend at the time was like my protector. She was a tougher girl named Rachael, and she always had my back. I was heart-broken when she moved away in the 9th grade. High School was tough, but I made it through.I had dated a few boys in my Junior and Senior years, but only had sex with two. Both were pretty lousy, but I had always just chalked that up to age and lack of experience. I had never been a loose or easy woman in college, even before meeting Matt. I will say that my friend Tammy did drag me out to a lot of parties, but I thought I fended off the guys pretty well most of the time. I am going to be honest, I wasn’t a nun either though, and did have sex with a few of them. None just seemed to really do it for me.When I met Matt, we just clicked. Unlike most of the other guys that I knew, he wasn’t very pushy to try to get into my pants. Maybe that’s one of the things I liked about him most at the time. He truly seemed to be a nice guy. I had to make the first move and ask him out.I had always just thought of myself as a “go with the flow” kind of gal, but maybe part of my problem was that I was easily persuaded. I had always thought I was good about turning down the guys that didn’t interest me, or after I was married, but perhaps it was only because I knew what the guy was after. With Jim, I thought I had done ok with stopping him after the first time he kissed me. I missed all the signs after that of his intentions. How could I? I like to think of myself as intelligent, but somehow I just went along with what Jim wanted right up to that fateful night.After another week of sessions, I had another scare. I was two days late for my period, and was paranoid as hell until I got back to my parents’ house with the pregnancy test kit. I had been off birth control since Matt had the vasectomy, and would absolutely die if Jim had gotten me pregnant. After ten excruciating minutes of waiting, the test came back as negative. Just to be sure, I made an appointment with my OB the next day to confirm that I wasn’t.After the results came back as negative, I was happy for the first time in a long time. There would have been no hope for my marriage if I had gotten pregnant. I wouldn’t abort the baby if I had, and I knew that Matt would never raise the baby knowing who the father was and how it got there. I wouldn’t blame him for it either.I still had no intention of sleeping with any other man, so had no need to get on birth control. I told my mom what happened and she just hugged me. I went by our house to visit the k**s as often as I could, but dearly wished I could move back in and be with my family.After a few joint sessions with Matt, I felt we were no closer to getting back together. I was really starting to get depressed, and thought about ending my life. The only thing that stopped me was the k**s. I couldn’t put them through any more pain than I already had.I had to cancel on one joint session, because I was stuck at the hospital. There had been a bus crash, and we were swamped with a lot of really hurt people. By the time I got to my parents and called the doctor, it was past our time slot. I tried to call Matt to explain what happened, but Sidney said that he didn’t want to talk to me.The next day I went to the house to see the k**s and try to explain again, but Matt barely heard me. He told me that he wanted to believe me that I was at work, but felt he had to check out my story anyhow. Things were really not going well, so I went back to my parents’ house.A week later my world came crumbling down. A process server showed up at my parents’ house to serve me with divorce papers.********