Chapters (21)
- Cover
- Prologue
- 1March 19, 19907:41 A.M.
- 2March 19, 19909:15 A.M.
- 3March 19, 199011:37 A.M.
- 4March 20, 19908:45 A.M.
- 5March 21, 19907:47 A.M.
- 6March 29, 19909:30 A.M.
- 7March 30, 19908:15 A.M.
- 8April 2, 19909:35 A.M.
- 9April 5, 19908:23 A.M.
- 10April 7, 19901:40 P.M.
- 11April 8, 199011:47 A.M.
- 12April 9, 19907:11 A.M.
- 13April 10, 19907:15 A.M.
- 14April 14, 19908:00 A.M.
- 15April 19, 19908:47 A.M.
- 16April 19, 199010:51 P.M.
- 17April 20, 19908:05 A.M.
- Epilogue
- Bibliography
“Have you thought any more about the idea of counseling?” Marissa asked.
Robert turned to Marissa a third time. “No,” he said. “I told you, I’m not interested in going to a counselor. There has already been too much interference in our lives. Part of the problem for me is that we have lost our private life. I feel like a fish in a fishbowl.”
“Dr. Wingate told me that one of the reasons the woman who killed herself today did so was because she and her husband did not seek counseling.”
“Is this some kind of not-so-veiled threat?” Robert asked. “Are you telling me you’re thinking of diving off the roof of the Women’s Clinic if I don’t agree to see one of their counselors?”
“No!” Marissa said heatedly. “I’m just telling you what he told me. The woman and her husband were having difficulties. Counseling was recommended. They didn’t go. Apparently they broke up, which is one of the things that made the woman so upset.”
“And counseling would have solved everything?” Robert asked sarcastically.
“Not necessarily,” Marissa said. “But I doubt it would have hurt. I’m beginning to think that we should seek counseling whether we continue with the IVF or not.”
“What do I have to say to you?” Robert asked. “I’m not interested in spending time and money on a counselor. I know why I’m upset and unhappy. I don’t need someone else to tell me.”
“And you don’t want to try to work on it?” asked Marissa. She hesitated to say “together.”
“I don’t think a counselor is the way to work on it,” Robert said. “You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what is wrong. Anyone would feel stressed out by what we’ve been through in the past few months. Some things in life you have to deal with. Others you don’t. And we don’t have to deal with this infertility therapy anymore, if we so choose. At this point, I’d prefer to put it out of our lives.”
“Oh, for goodness’ sake!” Marissa said with disgust. She got up from the love seat and left Robert to his beloved computer and spreadsheets. She wasn’t up to having another argument.
Marissa stomped down the hall and into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. It seemed that instead of getting better, everything was getting a whole lot worse.