Chapter Two

Keely's P.O.V.

I can't believe it - - a hair dryer - - I threw a hair dryer at him. The nurse asked if Phil wanted to press charges against me, but I-he declined that option. Instead, we choose couple counseling.

"Phillip Aaron Lloyd Diffy and Keely Sara Teslow Diffy, room A136C," said the intercom lady.

"Welcome, welcome. My name is Jane Porter. I will hopefully save your marriage, that's, if to say, it can be saved. Now, tell me what seems to be the problem. Oh, before we start I want to let you know that one person talks at a time after me here.

after I am done listing to both of you i will hurry and conduct an evaluation, now this is only a recommendation and you don't have to take my advice, but it is a professional's judgement. Mrs. Diffy, you begin. Tell me everything. Mr Diffy, try not to interrupt your wife."

I close my eyes trying to think where to start, "Phil, I miss you. I want the man I fell in love with, my best friend. You are not the same caring guy you use to be. The man I love would not be so disrespectful as you are to me. I feel like you regret marrying me. I see the look in your eyes everytime you come home. The look in your eyes says it all; it breaks my heart. We used to be so close to each other and now it seems as if we are so far apart we could be on opposite ends of the world. I...I...Want you back... please, just come back. Be yourself."

I couldn't continue. I just broke down crying.

"I see, Keely. When did you started noticing these changes?" asked Dr Porter clinically.

"After he got his first job," I managed to get out between my tears.

"I see," she remarked, then wrote a few things down and asked me if I had any more to add. I just shock my head and grabbed a few tissues.

Phil's P.O.V.

I can't believe what I am hearing. Keely is making it seem like this is my fault.

"Phil, it's now your turn. Please tell us what you are thinking and feeling."

"Ok, I will tell you exactly what i am feeling, but where do I start? Let me think ... oh, here we go." I pointed to my forhead where I have a bandage covering my stitches "YOU THREW A FREAKING HAIR DRYER AT ME! Look, Keels, we both have changed. You are not the 'Keely' I loved, either. You would not lose your temper so easily. I mean, once again, my forehead? I try my very best to be a good husband and father. I am gone for 18 hours a day to support you guys, and it doesn't help when I come home and you constantly criticize me. Doesn't help!"

"Wait, I'm sorry, Phil, but what do you mean 'loved me?' Don't you love me anymore?"

As I am saying these things i have tears running down my face, same for Keely, "Keels, you know that you will always have that one place in my heart. I know you feel it too, but what's the point of trying to fix what can't be fixed? Alvin and Brittany are right; it's not healthy for the boys."

"So, Phil, are you telling us you think you and Keely shouldn't be married?" Porter restated the obvious.

"I do."

Keely ran out of the room crying, as those same words once upon a time began our life together.

End of Chapter Two