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In This Alone

"So, Adam, I guess you've changed your thoughts on counseling," Dr. Stevens said as he pulled out a pad of paper and a pen. "And you decided to come back alone this time, might I ask why?"

"I just, needed to talk to someone," he started, "someone who's not a woman and someone impartial."

Dr. Stevens smiled at the young man in front of him, "Then let's talk, I'm here to listen."

"I kinda, don't know where to start," Adam said with a sigh.

"Will Mr. Copeland be joining us today," Dr. Stevens asked as he looked across his desk at the red head sitting in front of him.

"No," she sighed, "I don't think Adam's taking this as seriously as he should be, as usual."

"Most men are rather uncomfortable with the idea of therapy," the doctor reasoned for her. "But I do believe we are making some progress with him in the sessions we have had together."

"I wish I could agree with you."

"Then let's start, shall we," Dr. Stevens suggested, "tell me about your husband."

"Alright, tell me about Amy."

"Like what?"

"What kind of wife is she? How is she when you two are at home? How is she when you two are on the road," the doctor asked as Adam scratched his head.

"Well, Amy's great. She can cook really well, the house is always clean…" his voice trailed as he thought. "She's a great wife but, sometimes…"

The doctor gave Adam an encouraging smile as he spoke, "Go ahead and say it, nothing you say is going to leave this room."

"Sometimes I think she sees me as a burden," he sighed, "as something that is just getting in the way of what could be a seemingly perfect life."

"And why do you think she treats you like that?"

"Because I do get in the way," he nearly groaned in frustration. "I can't seem to do anything right with her, at home or on the road no matter how hard I try. And before you ask, I do try, it's just nothing works."

"Adam's…he's…Adam." Amy giggled. "He's headstrong, and stubborn. He likes a little disorder in his life, says it makes him calmer whereas it drives me insane. He's passionate, and talented, and witty, and so many things that make him the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with."

"But…"

"But, he still likes to act like some frat boy. He's Peter Pan, he doesn't want to grow up and take anything seriously."

Dr. Stevens raised his glasses and looked up from his note pad, "Any examples?"

"An example, okay," Amy thought for a moment before she went on. "Rather than think of the bills we have or savings we might want, he'll go and blow a ton of money on a new guitar just because he saw it and it 'called to him'. He doesn't want to think of the future, just the here and now. And that's something I use to love about him but now…we're not kids anymore, we've got to plan for the rest of our lives."

"Plan for a life after wrestling?" Amy nodded. "How is he when you're home?"

"Well, he's either playing street hockey in the driveway, messing with that Playstation of his, or strumming on the guitar."

"Who cooks when you're home?"

"Me," Amy rolled her eyes, "and before you ask, yes, I do the cleaning too. Just once, I'd like to have a little help from my partner."

"And when he finally does sit still with you, what happens then," Dr. Stevens asked.

"Nothing," she shrugged. "I'm tired, and at that point all I want to do is veg out on the couch or go to bed; but he doesn't see that or understand that and he'll push me, either to talk or for something else, and then we end up fighting."

"Okay," Dr. Stevens drawled out as he made some notes. "Can we talk about the woman Amy has brought up in our other sessions? Maria I believe it was."

"She's not my girlfriend," Adam said defensively.

"Alright, then what is she to you?"

"A co-worker, colleague," Adam paused before continuing, "a friend."

"And Maria is a friend you feel you can talk to rather than Amy. Why's that?"

"Because Amy is so touchy on some subjects, she just jumps down my throat when I even try to talk to her; Maria listens to me…just like Amy use to."

The doctor adjusted his glasses, "What are some of these subjects you say Amy gets touchy on."

"All of them anymore, work, finances, where we live, house work, our family." Adam sighed as he ran a hand through his long blonde hair and looked at the doctor in search of an answer to his problems.

"Your family," Dr. Stevens repeated, "I believe right now your family consists of you, your wife, and your dogs?"

"Not from lack of my trying," Adam laughed bitterly, "but Amy doesn't want kids, not yet at least. Too much going on in her career."

"And when you discuss this with her…"

"She gets all bitchy," Adam said rolling his eyes.

"And then you ended up talking with Maria, am I right?" Adam nodded as the doctor sighed.

"And somewhere along the line, Amy overheard me talking to her and it all got blown out of proportion." Adam took a breath as he continued. "She thinks I'm cheating on her, which I could never do; I love her."

"Now in a few sessions we've had you've mentioned another woman, Maria. What can you tell me about her?"

Amy laughed bitterly, "I was wondering when we'd get to her. She's a lucky bimbo who a job many more qualified women would kill for just by showing skin and playing dumb. She has no respect for me, my job, or my marriage." Amy bit her lip to keep the tears that had welled up in her eyes from falling. The doctor noticed this and handed her a Kleenex with a soft smile.

"You think she and Adam are having an affair?"

"If they aren't now, they were," Amy sniffed. "I walked in on him tell her intimate details about me, about us, about our marriage and he tried to tell me nothing was going on."

"You didn't believe him?"

"Why should I," she snapped, "you can't have that kind of relationship with someone else, talking to them on such a personal level, without betraying the trust of the person you're supposed to be completely faithful to."

"And you don't think they are still having an affair?"

"I'm not sure," she sighed, "I think Adam really wants to try and make things better, but how can he after what he did?"

"And have you tried to talk to him about any of this." Dr. Stevens asked.

"I try, but it always ends up in another argument. I keep trying to tell myself that it's over between them and that I should forgive and forget but I can't seem to." Tears slowly made their way down Amy's cheeks, smearing her mascara as she continued. "Why do you think that is?"

"Because you're human, and you're hurting," Dr. Stevens explained. "But in time, if you can calmly talk to Adam about this and work together, you might be able overcome this, if that's what you want."

"Tell me about Maria, who is she?"

"She's kind of new at work. My boss decided to have this contest for women aspiring to become Divas; Maria didn't win but she was hired anyways. She's an on-screen interviewer."

"And a few other of the contest girls have been hired by your company, and they are not nearly as," Dr. Stevens paused as he looked for the right word, "athletic as your wife, are they?"

Adam chuckled, "No not nearly. Most of the women on the shows now are not nearly as athletic as Amy is. It's kind of sad actually."

"And how often do you talk to Maria," the doctor asked.

"I don't anymore," he said quickly, "I really don't want to upset Amy anymore than I already have."

"And you never felt anything for Maria, no temptations or anything?"

"Well yes I have, I'm only human and you should look at her," Adam reasoned.

"But it never amounted to anything?"

Adam looked down guiltily, "Well…"

"Go on, nothing leaves this room."

"We did kiss," he confessed with a sigh, "a couple times. I don't know what came over me, we were talking, and she was listening telling me how much she cared and it just happened. But that was it I swear! I love my wife, really I do."

"And how do you feel about Maria," the doctor asked taking note of the eye roll Adam gave him after he said the word feel.

"I don't know, she's a great friend, and she listens to me," Adam sighed as he went on, "she treats me like a man, and not some annoying child."

"And how do you think Amy feels about Maria?"

Adam shrugged, "Not too great now I imagine."

"Well before then, what do you think Amy thought about Maria before you two became…close?'

"I don't know, she didn't like her too much." Adam thought carefully for a few seconds, resting his chin on his hand as he did so. "It's not like she hated her, but she just didn't like her around. She made her nervous or something…"

"Intimidated perhaps," Dr. Stevens suggested.

"Why would Amy be intimidated by Maria?" Adam nearly laughed at the thought. "Amy is an athlete and Maria might be trying but she'll never be at Amy's level."

"Amy had to work for years to get where she got though right?" Adam nodded as the doctor went on. "But here comes this young beautiful girl in a degrading beauty contest, which she didn't even win, getting basically what your wife worked years to achieve. On top of that, add the normal insecurities most women her age have, like losing their men to another woman, and you can see why she might be a little intimidated by a girl like Maria."

Adam shook his head, "You don't know my wife very well doc; Amy's too confident and too talented to be intimidated by Maria."

"If you say so Adam, but let's move on." Adam nodded in relief as the doctor made some more notes before the questioning resumed. "Tell me your thoughts on your marriage."

"I love my wife, I do, honestly. But there are times I think that she doesn't love me, or us, or what we've become. It's like I'm standing on a dock trying to get on to the boat with her in it and it comes untied and just starts to drift away before I can get on it. I'm standing there alone on that dock and she's drifting farther and farther away, just like our marriage." Adam buried his face in his hands as he continued saying things he never wanted to say aloud. "I'm trying so hard to pull her closer, but she wants to drift, leaving me to think I'm in this alone."

"How can we work through this if we can't stop fighting," Amy asked sadly.

"Make an effort to stop the fighting," Dr. Stevens answered simply. "When he starts to do those little things that make you want to start to yell, or even if he starts to fight, take a deep breath, and talk it through calmly."

Amy laughed bitterly, "It certainly sounds easy enough."

"Now, our session is almost over, but there are a couple more things I want to ask you since you're here on your own." Amy nodded as the doctor looked down his notepad and went on. "Do you truly want to work this out with your husband?"

Tears shone in Amy's eyes once again as she contemplated the answer. "I love Adam, and he might be a little irresponsible, and a little childish, and he might have hurt me, but I don't want to lose him." The red head broke into tears once again and made no attempt to stop them as she cried. "But I think I already have."

"Where do you feel your marriage is right now?"

"I don't know," she stuttered out through her tears, "but I think…I think we're drifting apart. It's like Adam's in a car driving off and I'm just hanging on to the bumper struggling to keep up and there are cars coming up all around us and pretty soon it's going to be either let go and roll off the curb or get squished by the other cars. I feel like he's just leaving me behind in his dust, like I'm in this alone.