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Wendy sighed as she entered the office of Dr. Richard College, the psychologist her parents recommended. She decided to dress more casually, or perhaps, better than she had dressed, stinking up every area she traveled. After leaving her boyfriend and son behind, she had experienced a lot. She sat down with Stan the previous night and explain her adventures across the country over the past year. The odd jobs she worked just for food, the nights she spend drinking her pain away in various motels, to sleeping on the streets when she ran out of money and couldn't find a shelter. She even mentioned how sleeping on the streets of Brooklyn actually helped her in a strange way, as she saved up money for a train ticket back to Colorado once she realize she would rather live her life as a loving mother than live her life as a worthless bum.

She wore her casual blue sweater. She also tied her hair in a bun and applied some makeup Bebe allowed her to borrow. She looked as if she never left at all.

Just then, an elderly man entered the room and smiled. He had a taper haircut that was completely grey, and he had a slouched back, but overall, he looked fine for his age.

"Well, you must be Ms. Testaburger," He spoke in a gentle voice, holding out his hand for Wendy to shake. "It's very nice to meet you, I'm Dr. College."

Wendy reached over and shook his hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you too."

Dr. College settled down in his seat, pulling out his notepad from his desk. "So first things first, what brings you here?"

Wendy took a deep breath. "Growing up, I went to school with this guy named Stan. He had his own group of friends, as did I, but we have known each other since kindergarten, and we started dating as we got older, even through college. Then afterward, I accidentally got pregnant with our son and freaked out. I couldn't handle the idea of being a mother, so I just left."

Dr. College raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by left."

Wendy frowned. "I left my phone, car, my job, my family...everything. Stan wanted me to take my son to his checkup, but I lied and told him I was busy, then when he went to bring my our to the doctor's, I just left."

Dr. College nodded his head. "I see, where did you go?"

"Everywhere, really. From Chicago to Columbus, to Orlando, to New York...the list goes on."

"Why have you returned," the therapist inquired.

"Well...I was thinking of ending my life as I stood on train tracks, just waiting for...the next train to arrive. If you know what I mean." Her therapist nodded. "I wanted to end it once and for all but realized I didn't have to. I could be living my life as a mother instead of a suicidal poor woman. Not only that, but I needed to be there for Stan, so I used whatever money I had left and boarded a train back to South Park."

"How did everyone react?"

Wendy sighed. "My mother cried and slapped me across the face earlier today when I came to visit her for the first time. My father yelled at me, as did Stan's parents. I just landed a job at my friend's office, and living in another's friend's apartment. Stan was too peeved when he saw me, and so were his friends."

"Listen," Dr. College began. "What you are going through right now is doubt, right? Doubt that everything will go back to normal?"

Wendy's eyes widened but she nodded her head.

"What do you plan on doing now?"

"My first objective is to build a relationship with my son...then I need to repair my relationship with Stan."

"Do you think it would be possible?"

"The former, sure, but the latter...I don't think so." Wendy felt a wayward tear roll down her cheek as her voice became hoarse. "I don't think he'll ever forgive me for what I have done. I was just...I was just so stupid."

Dr. College reached over for a box of tissue and handed one over to his patient. Wendy smiled appreciatively as she dabbed her eyes with the tissue.

"I believe you shall do it, Ms. Testaburger." Dr. College said affirmatively with a smile.

"How do you know?"

"Just put in the effort, that should your number one goal right now. Anyway, let's discuss methods to cope with the guilt, shall we?"


Stan left work early to spend the rest of the day with his son. He thought of the advice Kenny gave him and figured it would be best to see what Wendy does next. After all, it is too early to just forgive and forget, right?

He arrived at his parents' house and picked his son up quickly, ignoring his mother's suggestion to go on a date with the daughter of one of her old friends. Stan just rolled his eyes and drove off with his son. A quick drive to the apartment, where he knew Wendy would be there waiting to spend the day with her son.

He held his son and unlocked the door, where he invited Wendy inside with them as he set his son down in the living room, in front of a surplus of toys. Sterling happily played by himself while both of his parents watched from the living room couch. Wendy couldn't help but smile and already felt the slight sensation of being a mother. She just wished she realized the joy it would bring her before she bolted off a year ago.

"How did it go at the therapist's?" Stan asked.

Wendy shrugged. "Typical. He showed me methods I could use to connect with my son, that's all." Her voice trailed off.

Stan nodded before Wendy continued on. "Stan...do you want to try this again?

Stan's eyes shot wide open as he glanced over at Wendy, looking at her as if she had said the most retarded question in the history of humanity. "Are you serious?"

"What?"

"You've been back for like...2 days after abandoned me and your child!"

I knew this was too early. I am such as idiot! Wendy thought. "Forget what I said."

"No...leave."

Wendy looked up at him and gasp. "Stan?"

"I said leave," He calmly said, grabbing the attention of his curious son. Wendy sighed as she stood up and walked towards the door. She glanced over at her son and smiled at him before walking out the door.


"I just don't know what to do. I feel as if I have permanently destroyed my relationship with Stan." Wendy spoke as a few wayward tears escapes her eyes. She was at the office when her friend Nichole to a moment to see how she was doing. Nichole was also peeved when Wendy had returned, giving her a quick scolding before welcoming her onto her team.

Nichole set a cup of coffee on Wendy's desk. Wendy gave her a thankful smile before her friend spoke. "I see you're trying."

Wendy sighed. "It's not like I deserve forgiveness anyway."

"Wendy, to be real, getting Stan's forgiveness should not be your first priority. First, you need to get your shit together. Your second priority is to develop a meaningful relationship with your son. Time only moves forward and you can't waste it crying over something that has already been done. Sure, what you did caused damage, but do you really think it is irreversible. What you did would be hard to repair, but my advice for you is to just keep trying."

Wendy took a sip of her coffee and gave her friend a smile. "Thanks, girl."

Nichole smiled and nodded. "No problem. Now get to work."

Wendy giggled and gave a playful salute. "Yes, ma'am."


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