I still don't know what the hell happened while you were gone, said Beth, but I am glad you're okay. Love you too Beth. Anyways, she says, Dinners ready. Fantastic I'm starved. You're going to come eat in that shirt? What's wrong with it? I joke. Uh, there's blood all over it perhaps? Just go change you smell like horse shit and vomit, oh and don't forget to shower too.

You don't exactly smell like a bed of roses either. Oh really? Guess who is sleeping on the couch tonight? Ha! Not me! I own this. I paid for all this shit...including the bed. You are sleeping on the couch if anyone is. What has gotten in to you matt? What do you mean? I say completely lost. You're talking like a rich arrogant asshole, yells Beth. (Because he is…)

I don't know what's going on...I was about to go shower and change like Beth asked me to but then she starts going off on me. She storms off and I follow her into the kitchen. Bethany wait...I'm sorry I haven't been myself as of late. No...Really I didn't notice, she says sarcastically. I mean it...you don't deserve to be talked to like that, I've been under a lot of stress at work.

I know, I'm sorry Matthew…if you want to stay in those clothes its fine with me, I'll just put up with that horrible smell. No, you're not going to put up with anything…I'll be right back down after I take a quick shower. I consider kissing her but I'm finally starting to smell what Beth has smelled and I think the better of it. I head upstairs and grab some clean clothes and then I go to the bathroom to take a shower.

I turn on the shower and wait a little bit for the water to heat up before I get in. I take off my shirt, pants, shoes, socks, and boxers and then jumped into the shower. The hot water feels really good on my tense body…one by one my muscles start to relax and ease back into their correct places. After my shower I put on the fresh clothes that I grabbed before I got in the shower and put them on and head back downstairs to join Beth for dinner.

What happened before dinner isn't ok. , says Beth. I know I'm sorry okay? I don't mean that…I mean how you acted like you didn't even know what happened. I give a confused look and she says, I think you need professional mental help matt. You want me to start seeing a shrink? , I say. Yes, Matt, she says, I want you to see a psychiatrist…tomorrow. No, not a chance in hell. Why not? Because the press would have a field day if they found out and my company would crumble. What's more important? Your company or us?

I turn away, annoyed. I'm just trying to make you happy and I can't do that without money, we…need…money…to…survive. No we don't, Beth says, as long as I have you I will always be happy. She starts to hug me from behind. Heh, you say that now but wait till it actually happens. She lets go and goes to our room. Fuck it; I think, I'm going…she might be right, then again I might be right as well. I head upstairs. Did you have anyone in mind? I ask. What do you mean? I mean it will be a little hard to go see a shrink when I don't know any. Her face lights up with a smile. I know just the guy.