Jon really didn't want to be in the sitting in the office of the therapist. He was trying his best not to flip out. If he was asked one more question about his life, he was going to freak out.

"So Mr. Good, would you like to tell me about your time in the Army? That's if you want to talk about it," the therapist said.

"I don't want to say anything about it. I do not want to remind myself of the friends I lost in the war. The time I saw my friend bleed out to death and I was trying to cover up his gun shot wound the best I could...Having to hide for an entire year...not being able to see Adriana...not being able to protect her...that's not something I want to remember," Jon said.

"That's the root of everything. If anyone in your family gets hurt, you feel as if it's your fault. It's not your fault," the therapist said.

"I'm responsible for my family!" Jon said.

"I know. It's great you put your family first but you've been stressing yourself out a lot over protecting them. A lot of things have happened but you and your wife have pulled through. Your wife can control her anger now. Her memory is coming back. But it seems like everything has gotten to you and you don't know how to deal with it," the therapist continued.

"Maybe. Look, no disrespect but I gotta go. I have a headache," Jon said.

He got up to leave.

"Jon, stay," Adriana said.

"I'm leaving," Jon said.

He walked out of the office and made his way out of the building to the car.

Adriana soon came out of the building and got into the car with him.

"Jonathan, what the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"Going home," he said.

He started the car and drove home.

As soon as they got home, Jon went straight to the cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out some liquor.

"Jon, what are you doing? Why are you drinking?" Adriana said.

Jon ignored her and opened the bottle. He started chugging it down.

"Jonathan!"

Jon put the bottle down and finished swallowing the liquor already in his mouth.

"Hush."

"Don't tell me to hush. Don't do this to yourself Jon."

Jon turned around and looked at his wife.

"Just...let me be," Jon said.

He walked past her and went down the hallway to the room.

Adriana sighed and started dinner.

Two hours later:

Adriana went to check on Jon to see how he was doing.

Jon was passed out on the bed. The bottle of liquor that was once full was now empty.

Adriana fought back tears when she picked up the empty bottle.

Jon was sound asleep with his hair all over the place. His mouth was slightly open and he was snoring lightly.

"Oh Jon," Adriana said quietly.

She turned and left out of the room.

"Kids, come and eat," she said.

"Yay! Food!" J.J. said.

"I'll beat you there!" Maddy said.

Aiden was laying on the couch.

"Is Daddy okay?" he asked Adriana.

"Yes. He's sleeping," Adriana said.

"I thought he was crying," Aiden said.

"Crying?"

"Yeah. I heard Daddy crying in his room before you came and got me."

"He isn't feeling good is all. I'll bring you your food."

Adriana went into the kitchen and made the everyone's plates.

Jon didn't reemerge until after the kids were put to bed.

"You okay?" Adriana asked.

"Yeah...well...I don't know..." Jon said.

He walked over to the couch and plopped down next to Adriana.

"I...," Jon started.

"What is it?" Adriana said.

"Earlier today..."

"Forget about it."

"You..."

Jon could barely speak. He had to throw up.

He quickly got up and went to the bathroom.

Adriana sighed and got up to check on him.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," Jon said.

"Can I come in now?"

Jon flushed the toilet.

"Yeah."

He ran the water in the sink and rinsed his mouth.

"You don't need to drink again."

"It was only this one time."

"You said you had a headache. Drinking isn't going to help."

Jon turned off the water.

"You're right. I'm so tired...depressed...I've been taking medication for it."

"Why didn't you tell me this, Jonathan!?"

Jon simply said nothing.

"Jonathan Good, you better answer me."

Jon looked up at the mirror and stared at his wife. Once again, he said nothing.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Adriana repeated.

"Didn't want you to worry. I'm going to lay back down," Jon said.

He walked past Adriana.

She hit the lightswitch and turned off the light.

Jon slid back into bed.

"Bring the trashcan in here," Jon said.

Irritated now, Adriana brought the trashcan into the room and set it next to Jon.

"You can't keep stuff like that away from me," Adriana said.

"Just didn't want you to worry," Jon said.

"I am worried. You can't stop me from worrying. Especially when you are taking medication for depression. And that you didn't even tell me about that."

"I'm sorry. Honestly, I don't know what's happening."

"Tell me the truth from now on."

"I never lied to you. I just never told you what was going on."

"You're a great person. Don't do this to yourself. Please."

"I honestly don't know what to do."

Adriana grabbed Jon's hand.

"Let me help you. Just like you've helped me. I now remember a lot more about my life because you helped me. You don't see it. But I see it. Even the kids are worried about you. They said they heard you crying."

"I was."

"Why?"

Jon didn't answer Adriana's question.

She took a deep breath. Taking Jon's hand into hers, she held on tight.

"You can talk to me."

"I know I can. It's just that...my thoughts are all messed up. Very. I know I need help but I just don't want to admit it."

Jon sighed.

"Once you came face to face with the facts, it'll help. I'm not going to force you into anything or make you do anything you don't want to. But remember I'm always here for you," Adriana said.

"I honestly don't know how we both made it this far. Usually couples divorce after something goes wrong the first time."

"Well, I'm not leaving your side."

"We did get a separation before. But that was it. We reconciled and that's how Aiden and Maddy were created."

"My my my. We sure did like creating babies."

"It was fun. But like you and me agreed that four kids is enough. Speaking of the kids, how's J.J. holding up?"

"He's fine. You should talk to him soon."

"He hates me. I know he does."

"He doesn't. Yes, you did punish him and things got out of control but I told you I talked to him."

Jon thought that he would be able to sit down and have a normal conversation with his oldest son.

The next day Jon found J.J. playing the treehouse by himself. So Jon decided that this would be a good opportunity to set things straight.

But that wasn't going to happen.

Jon went outside into the backyard and saw J.J. climbing down. He had forgotten his football on the ground.

"Hey you," Jon said.

"Hi Daddy. Can you give me my football please?" J.J. said.

Jon looked down and bent down to pick up the football.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Jon asked.

J.J. was a little hesitant at first but continued climbing down the ladder then stood in front of his father.

"About the other day-"

"I thought you promised never to hurt me Daddy. Or hurt Mommy, Aiden, Maddy, or Jasmine!"

"J.J., I'm sorry for what I did. I truly am. You know this isn't like me!"

"I'm sorry for playing with the gun. I am. But you didn't have to hurt me."

"J.J.-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU!"

J.J. took the football from his father's hands and climbed back up the ladder to his playhouse.

Jon shoved his hands in his pockets and slowly walked away.

"Not like I didn't deserve that one," he said to himself.

Author's Note: Oh dear.