don’t want to make that particular journey. And I want you to be done with it when I return home.”
“Excuse me?”
I watched as his jaw tightened. I listened as he spoke to me as if I were one of the children.
“I’ve never given you an ultimatum, but this is one time I must put my foot down. When I return home, I want this nonsense out of our home and out of your head.”
I laughed out loud. “You want to regulate my thoughts? I only read when you’re not around, or when you’ve fallen asleep.”
“I know that, but I don’t like waking and finding you not there. I want you to stay in bed with me, where you belong. I need you there. So whatever you have to do to rid our lives of this invasion, you have two weeks to do it. And that includes your dreams. I want you to go to a doctor, get something for them. I want them to stop. I know they have something to do with all of this nonsense.”
I couldn’t believe my husband’s gall. I wanted to strike out at him, hurt him for his remarks and I knew just how to do it. If he thought it was an affair I was after, maybe I’d give him something to worry about. And since he was the one who’d brought it up, I couldn’t help wondering if he was giving me his tacit approval to have an affair. It sure as hell sounded like it. It sounded to me as if he was giving me two weeks to do whatever I wanted, as long as I was done with it when he returned.
I looked away from him for a moment in disbelief. Surely I was hearing him wrong. “Larry, is that why you asked if I’m planning on having an affair? Did I hear you right? Are you giving me your approval? If so, why do you think two weeks will be long enough?”
He glared at me and walked toward the security line leading to the gate. He wanted to be away from me. “Two weeks, Mick,” he said. He continued walking, looking back once over his right shoulder to repeat, “Two weeks.” Even from where I stood I could tell his teeth were clenched in anger.
I drove to the only medical office I planned to visit for the next two weeks. I’d decided to take a two week vacation while Larry was gone.
This time my wait in Chance’s office was much shorter. He came to the waiting room door himself and invited me in. I rolled my bag in, handed a stack of notepads to the receptionist on the way.
My knees were knocking together, and my hands were trembling. I knew why I was sitting across from Chance Morgan and he knew also.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back.”
It was simple when he said it. Yet his blatant assumption angered me. I wanted him to share the guilt for my infidelity and even more, I wanted to blame him for what we had not done, but what I knew we would do.
“I read the books you gave me,” I answered at last. “I’m curious about what you have to say. I don’t know that I believe you, but I want to hear more about it. I want to hear what you were going to tell me before. What happened, Chance? How do you know this is all real?”
I watched as he walked around to the front of his desk and peered at what appeared to be a work calendar. There was not the slightest doubt in my mind that he would make time for me regardless of his appointments.
“Do you have time for lunch? This is going to take a while to tell you.”
He was trying hard to hide the wistful look. I saw it though it sent tremors throughout my body. I had been moving toward this moment long before Chance ever walked into my life.
Of course I hadn’t understood what was happening to me, just felt a great apathy and an underlying knowledge that someone, somewhere was waiting for me. I needed to know more about regression therapy. I needed to know more about Chance.
Larry had ordered me to get ‘it’ out of my system and I was taking him up on it. Of course Larry never had in mind the things I was about to do. For the first time in my life I had someone to talk to about the feelings I’d had my entire life, someone who
“Excuse me?”
I watched as his jaw tightened. I listened as he spoke to me as if I were one of the children.
“I’ve never given you an ultimatum, but this is one time I must put my foot down. When I return home, I want this nonsense out of our home and out of your head.”
I laughed out loud. “You want to regulate my thoughts? I only read when you’re not around, or when you’ve fallen asleep.”
“I know that, but I don’t like waking and finding you not there. I want you to stay in bed with me, where you belong. I need you there. So whatever you have to do to rid our lives of this invasion, you have two weeks to do it. And that includes your dreams. I want you to go to a doctor, get something for them. I want them to stop. I know they have something to do with all of this nonsense.”
I couldn’t believe my husband’s gall. I wanted to strike out at him, hurt him for his remarks and I knew just how to do it. If he thought it was an affair I was after, maybe I’d give him something to worry about. And since he was the one who’d brought it up, I couldn’t help wondering if he was giving me his tacit approval to have an affair. It sure as hell sounded like it. It sounded to me as if he was giving me two weeks to do whatever I wanted, as long as I was done with it when he returned.
I looked away from him for a moment in disbelief. Surely I was hearing him wrong. “Larry, is that why you asked if I’m planning on having an affair? Did I hear you right? Are you giving me your approval? If so, why do you think two weeks will be long enough?”
He glared at me and walked toward the security line leading to the gate. He wanted to be away from me. “Two weeks, Mick,” he said. He continued walking, looking back once over his right shoulder to repeat, “Two weeks.” Even from where I stood I could tell his teeth were clenched in anger.
I drove to the only medical office I planned to visit for the next two weeks. I’d decided to take a two week vacation while Larry was gone.
This time my wait in Chance’s office was much shorter. He came to the waiting room door himself and invited me in. I rolled my bag in, handed a stack of notepads to the receptionist on the way.
My knees were knocking together, and my hands were trembling. I knew why I was sitting across from Chance Morgan and he knew also.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come back.”
It was simple when he said it. Yet his blatant assumption angered me. I wanted him to share the guilt for my infidelity and even more, I wanted to blame him for what we had not done, but what I knew we would do.
“I read the books you gave me,” I answered at last. “I’m curious about what you have to say. I don’t know that I believe you, but I want to hear more about it. I want to hear what you were going to tell me before. What happened, Chance? How do you know this is all real?”
I watched as he walked around to the front of his desk and peered at what appeared to be a work calendar. There was not the slightest doubt in my mind that he would make time for me regardless of his appointments.
“Do you have time for lunch? This is going to take a while to tell you.”
He was trying hard to hide the wistful look. I saw it though it sent tremors throughout my body. I had been moving toward this moment long before Chance ever walked into my life.
Of course I hadn’t understood what was happening to me, just felt a great apathy and an underlying knowledge that someone, somewhere was waiting for me. I needed to know more about regression therapy. I needed to know more about Chance.
Larry had ordered me to get ‘it’ out of my system and I was taking him up on it. Of course Larry never had in mind the things I was about to do. For the first time in my life I had someone to talk to about the feelings I’d had my entire life, someone who
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