“Was that the case?” Sanders asks as he tosses the football in the air now. Someone needs to revoke his credentials, because this is…this is childish behavior. No wonder all the Brads and Chad like him, because he’s just like them. Makes me sick!

“No, I…I want kids.”

“You do?” Sanders asks. “Then why does Wilder think otherwise?”

Both sets of eyes are on me, waiting for an answer. One that I don’t have, because this is not how this session was supposed to go.

“Pips, you told me that you weren’t ready.”

Attempting to keep a smile on my face despite the raging inferno building inside me, I say, “Uh, that’s because we’re still young and trying to work on our careers. Just because I said I wasn’t ready doesn’t mean I don’t want them.”

“She has a point,” Sanders says, finally joining my side. “But did you communicate that specifically with him?”

Oh, never mind.

“Not to throw her under the bus, but she didn’t,” Wilder says, rubbing his palms on the tops of his thighs.

“Is this when the passion started to fizzle?” Sanders asks.

“Yeah, that and after the trip to Montauk,” Wilder says.

What on God’s green earth is he doing?

Montauk?

I’ve never been there in my life.

Pretty sure if you handed me a map and told me to point to Montauk, I would have no idea where to begin.

“What happened in Montauk?” Sanders asks.

Wilder gestures to me. “Do you want to tell him, or do you want me to?”

I think he knows the freaking answer to that question.

Through clenched teeth, I say, “By all means, you lead the way.”

He pats my leg and then says, “It was my twenty-seventh birthday trip.”

God, I forgot he was two years younger. Shouldn’t really be that big of a difference, but I’m starting to see the contrast between the two of us.

“She surprised me with a trip because she knows how much I like lighthouses.”

Oddly, I could see him liking lighthouses in real life.

“Very thoughtful,” Sanders says.

Finally, some praise. I nod in agreement. See, I’m not the bad guy in this situation.

I take my husband to see the lighthouses he loves so dearly.

“Everything started off fine. We were holding hands. We were joking around. There were smiles for days.” Wow, quite the cheesy picture he paints. “She booked us a room in a beautiful yet quaint bed-and-breakfast near the coast. One of those places you see in a Hallmark film. White picket fence. Flowers decorating window boxes. The older couple at registration, willing and ready to welcome you in.”

“I know just the kind of place you speak of,” Sanders says, leaning into the storytelling.