"I'll see you in a few hours then honey, good luck." Paul said as he then kissed his wife goodbye.
Stephanie returned the kiss, "See you soon, I love you."
Paul let out a sigh as his wife entered the psychiatrist's office and closed the door. He had to be there for her but it was taking its toll on him and the kids. The whole situation was a total mess. Paul had struggled for a while to believe that Stephanie could be capable of the things she had done to John Cena. She had deliberately and persistently made his life hell until the point that he had snapped. He wasn't convinced that she was telling the truth when she claimed to not remember what had started the whole thing in the back off that limo. He already had told himself to face the likely truth, his wife had thrown herself at John Cena and made love to him. That had been John's story all along.
He headed outside to get in his car, telling himself that no matter what happened he would forgive his wife. He was committed to his marriage and he knew that his wife had not been in control of herself at the time. He loved her, he always had loved her plus she was an amazing mother to the girls.
Stephanie did not know any of this was going on in her husband's head as she sat back on the couch she had spent so much time on recently, "Do we have to do this doc? Every day I come in here and we go through the same things over and over."
"Stephanie you know how this works. You can complain about it as much as you want but we both want the same thing. We want you to leave here and never have to come back but that isn't going to happen until you can come in here and tell me the whole story from when your mom died until that night in the hospital without getting confused or trying to hold things back."
"It's not as easy as you make it sound," Stephanie mumbled as she looked down at the floor.
He nodded, "You're right but it will not get easier by refusing to talk will it?"
She had to admit that was true, "Okay fine, you win."
"We've established that we get the best results when you lie down and close your eyes and relax." He motioned for her to do so now.
"Right, where are my notes from yesterday?" He flicked back a few pages in the notepad he was holding. It had Stephanie's name on the label on the front cover.
Stephanie thought about how far they had come since that book had been started, the doc was right that they were making progress. She needed to stop giving him a hard time and work on this.
"Okay here we are. Shall we take it from the top? You were making breakfast for the girls..."