Chandler plopped onto his bed. It was day one of taking care of the twins by himself and it was exhausting. He had to wake up early in the morning, make their lunches, wake the twins up which wasn't a very easy task, get them to brush their teeth, get them to stop screaming at each other, find Jack's school blazer, try to do Erica's hair which took forever because he wasn't doing it right and she would start crying, get them to eat breakfast, get them to stop fighting during breakfast and take them to school. That was only the beginning of his day. After he dropped them off he went to work. Later he had to pick them up from school drop Jack off at golf and Erica off at Phoebe's. He went back to work, then hewent to go pick up Jack and Erica. He dropped Erica off at Rachel's so she could go to dance and took Jack to get dinner. After that they picked Erica up and they ate. Then he had to get them to do homework and take a shower, brush their teeth, stop fighting, and it took him so long to get the twins to sleep that he actually fell asleep himself. "How does she do it?" He sighed running his hands through his hair. The phone started ringing. He moaned, got up and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Chandler."

"Nicole?"

"Who else?"

"What?"

"Wow you're grumpy tonight."

"You try taking care of twins all day."

She laughed. "Is that where you were today?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I didn't see you at work today."

"I was at work."

"I went to your office and you weren't there."

"I had to leave a couple times to pick up my kids and drop them off."

"Since when do you pick up your kids? I thought Monica did that."

"Since the kids are with me. Nicole I'm really tired right now. What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know where you were today. I mean you're always at work."

"Well now you know. Bye."

"Chandler don't go. Come on lets talk. We haven't talked in a while."

"We don't need to talk. We have nothing to talk about. I have to go."

"Chandler come on."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything."

"Ok. How about we talk about me hanging up. Oh.. I think I'm going to do that right now." Chandler hung up the phone and went to bed.

Monica stared at the picture in front of her. She hated the picture. She had been there for about a week and still couldn't figure out the picture. It was one of those pictures that had a bunch of colors and you had to concentrate to figure out what it was.

"Hello Monica."

Monica turned around to find that the therapist, John, entering the room. He was a pretty good looking guy, but Monica wasn't too crazy about him. She didn't like him very much. He annoyed her. She wasn't sure how but he really did. "Hi." Monica gave him a small smile and walked over to the big brown leather couch.

"How are you today?" He asked sitting down behind his big desk.

"Fine." Monica sighed.

"You've been here for a week now. Any changes?"

"Changes?"

"You know, in your eating habits, feelings, or anything."

"I don't know."

"You want to know what I think?" He opened up a notebook and started writing things in it.

"Not really."

"I think that you've gotten a lot more moody."

"Moody?"

"Yep."

"Great." Monica said sarcastically.

"Well I just wanted to bring it up. But we're not talking about that today. I want to talk about your weight history."

"Ok.." Monica was actually waiting for this topic to come up. She assumed since that was the reason why she was there it would've been brought up already but they've just been talking about other things.

"Have you ever had weight issues before?" He asked putting his pen down.

"Yes I have."

"How so?"

"Well I was obese."

"When?"

"When I was a child until I was maybe 18."

"How much did you weigh?"

Monica thought for a while. It was years ago. She wouldn't remember the numbers. "Umm.. I think it was in the 200-300's. I don't remember."

"What age was it when you started losing weight?"

"It was my senior year after Thanksgiving."

"Why did you decide to lose weight?"

"I was fat." Monica shrugged.

"How much and how long did it take you to lose weight?"

"I weighed about 120 by the next Thanksgiving."

"That's a lot of weight. How did you lose so much?"

"I exercised.."

"Diet?"

"I cut out 3/4 of my normal meal and I started exercising."

"Was there anything in particular that made you decide that you wanted to lose weight?"

Monica didn't answer. She sat quietly for a while. "Someone called me fat."

"Who?"

"A guy."

"Was that the first time you were ever called fat?"

"No."

"Then what made this guy so special?"

Monica shrugged. "I don't know."

"So what happened after you lost all the weight?"

"After a while I started to eat the things I liked to eat. And my weight stayed the same for a while.. and after I got married I started to gain weight. And after my husband and I got divorced I decided that I needed to lose those extra pounds."

"How much weight did you gain?"

"About 10 pounds."

"Is that a lot to you?"

Monica nodded. "Yes."

"How was your diet?"

"I don't know how I got to the point where I stopped eating. I think I was too busy."

"Do your kids eat healthy?"

"Yes."

"Did you prepare their meals?"

"All of them."

"How was your marriage?"

"What?"

"How was your marriage?"

"I thought we were talking about my diet."

"We were. Now we're talking about your marriage."

"Why?"

"Because obviously your marriage had something to do with your weight."

"It had nothing to do with my weight."

"You said you started to gain weight when you were married and lost weight when you got divorced. I think your marriage did have something to do with your weight loss."

"It didn't. Why would it have anything to do with my weight loss?"

"Did you love your husband?"

"Yes."

"Did he love you?"

"Yes."

"Why did you guys get divorced?"

Monica looked up at him. "I won't answer that question. Next question."

"How did you meet your husband?"

"When I was a senior in high school. He was my brother's college roommate and he came over for Thanksgiving."

"So you guys were together a long time."

"No. Actually we didn't get together. We became friends for a long time and when my brother got married the second time I was feeling sad and he comforted me and we got together."

"How long were you guys together?"

"I think 8 years."

"How many men did you date before you started going out with him?"

"Many."

"Number?"

"I don't have a number."

"How many men have you loved?"

"I think 4 or 5."

"Anyone of these men ever cheat on you?"

"Yes." Monica's eyes widened when she realized what she had just said yes to. She had never told anyone about it. She just told a complete stranger.

"Your husband?"

"What?"

"Your husband cheated on you didn't he?"

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