Based on the reaction from some about my last story, you won't like that this MC gets violent with his wife's suitor. You're right, I included these scenes to appeal to the certain segment of readers that want the husbands to take revenge on the bad guy. Does that make the MC the bad guy? Maybe. Maybe, it helps the MC reconcile with his beloved too? Maybe, it's just low hanging fruit? Who knows what goes through my mind at times?
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I watched her walk into my office and was surprised by the amount of cockiness in her mannerisms. Typically, people walking into my office are more subdued, more nervous. Not Debbie Ashford.
"Hello, Debbie," I said and shook her hand. "I'm Dr. St. John. Please call me Alex."
She nodded and sat in one of the seats in front of my desk.
"So, Debbie, as we discussed on the phone, we will do a solo session with you and your husband separately and then we'll begin joint sessions. Tell me in your words why you're here today."
She sighed dramatically and said, "I'm here because my husband is making me do this or he will leave me. Well, he says he'll leave me, but I don't believe him."
"Then why come?" I asked.
"Because he won't let me back into the house until we've started."
"I see. Where are you living and for how long?"
"I'm staying with my parents. I've been there since Chris kicked me out last month."
She hadn't lost one bit of the attitude. She believed she was right.
"That's a pretty drastic step for a husband to take. What brought it on?"
She rolled her eyes, "I asked for his permission to have sex with one of my co-workers."
"Have you done it?" I asked.
"No. I won't cheat on him. I wanted his permission first, but he lost his mind over it and threw me out of my home."
"Why did you leave instead of talking it out? Did he scream? Did he hit you?"
She laughed, "No, he didn't hit me, nor did he scream. When I told him what I wanted to do, he picked up his cellphone and called my father. He told my dad I was having a psychotic episode and he had to come over right away."
"What happened then?"
"He stopped listening to me. I begged him to call my father back and tell him not to come. I begged him for twenty minutes as he threw my clothes into a suitcase. I tried to stop him, but he gave me a look that scared me. I backed away and continued to plead with him to let me stay."
I nodded. It was another case of a wife wanting something different. I had to force myself to not prejudge her, but it was difficult. Her attitude of self-entitlement was coming through clearly and I couldn't wait to get the husband's side and see what she wasn't telling me.
Not that she wasn't believable or that the husband would be more forthcoming. With those types of cases, in my experience, the offending party tended to soft sell their side.
"Okay. While he was packing did he say anything to you?"
"Just once, he said we were through, and I could...'fuck' anyone I wanted. Sorry, that was his language."
I nodded and wrote that her perception of her husband was that he was unbreakable. She didn't seem to fight hard when he told her to leave and then began packing. That was an interesting dynamic. She had an A-type personality yet seemed to let her husband have his way when he told her to leave. His giving her a look that scared her away was interesting. With no history of violence, why did that scare her?"
"Did you feel like you could have sex with anyone you wanted after you left the home?"
"No! My parents watched me like a hawk. I had no opportunity...um, no, like I said, I wanted his permission. I'm not a cheater."
That was an interesting lie. She didn't catch herself in time. I saw her frown as I wrote that down.
"Okay. Why did you want to have sex with someone that wasn't your husband? Was he not satisfying you when you had intercourse?"
"No, my husband is a terrific lover. He was always attentive to my needs, and I enjoy making love to him."
"How many times a week were you having intercourse in the six months before that night?"
"I'd say three on average."
"How old is your husband?"
"45."
I nodded. "That's a pretty fair number of times for a man his age. What made you start looking elsewhere? If you wanted to have intercourse five times a week, would your husband agree?"
"Oh, yes! I'm the one who decided to limit it. I'm not always in the mood, you know."
"Has your husband ever turned you down? Is he ever not in the mood?"
She shook her head. "No. Not that I can remember."
"Back to the original question then. Why look for someone else?"
"I wasn't looking," she defended rather curtly. "Someone showed some interest in me, and I found him attractive."
"You're a beautiful woman, Debbie," she smiled in agreement, "surely, attractive men have told you that before. Why this particular man?"
She paused and looked out the window. "He's been with one of my friends at work. She told me that he is very good in bed."
"If Chris is already satisfying you, why did you feel like you should have this other man as well?"
"Because I've earned it. I've raised two children who are out on their own now and I've been the good little housewife for over twenty years. I deserve to have a one-time experience that I can remember for the rest of my life."
I wrote that down and she said, "What's so interesting about that?"
I smiled, "Don't mind me. I make a lot of notes. We'll circle back to that comment in a future session."
She frowned, "You disagree? I knew a male counselor would be like that."
"I didn't disagree or agree, Debbie. I'm not judging you one way or the other. I merely wrote what you said so I could remember it later. I'm not a judge and this isn't a trial. Your husband felt your marriage needed help and that's why I'm here. Do you understand?"
"I suppose."
It was a classic reason. Many people felt that way and I wasn't the one to say if they are right or wrong. The problem was more complicated than that. It was when they felt that way and their spouse didn't agree that was the issue that needed to be fixed. She would have to understand the impact her feelings had within the context of her marriage.
"Okay. Tell me about the last few weeks you've been away from home. Have you communicated with your husband?"
"Twice. Once, when he told me that we needed to see a 'marriage shrink' for me to be able to go home, and the second was when I told him about this appointment."
"Do you miss him?"
"Yes. Every day." She gave me a nasty glare.
"The week after you left, how many times did you call him?"
"Every day. I left dozens of messages begging him to talk to me and let me go home."
"Since then?" I asked.
She looked at me oddly, "I haven't called him since the last conversation."
I nodded. She was embarrassed by the answer. I wondered why it was that she stopped trying to talk to him.
"Have you seen this gentleman that you work with outside of the office? Lunches? Dinners? Drinks?"
"No! Not once."
She was overly defensive when she snapped that answer at me. I had a feeling that she lied about it. Perhaps she was meeting the guy for lunch if her parents were watching her that closely. Her parents watching over her like that was curious as well. I felt like there was more to that story.
"Debbie, what do you want to happen at the end of our sessions?"
"I want Chris to see that this has nothing to do with him and me. I want him to agree and be okay with me having sex with someone other than him one time."
I wrote that down and asked, "What if he doesn't agree? Are you prepared to give up the idea or go through with it and risk losing your husband?"
It was the first time she didn't look confident or cocky. She looked afraid.
