“So Mr. Talbot what would you like to talk about today? The therapist asked looking across the gap between their two overstuffed chair.
“I do not wish to talk I wish to find answers.” Max said maintaining his pouty state. Yes, it had been his idea for them to enter therapy but he was pretty sure he didn’t need it.
“Answers about what?” the therapist asked making Max simmer with annoyance.
“Why will my wife not say she’s my wife? Why can we not just be normal happy people? Why can we not just be happy?” he said slowly relaxing a bit. It was obvious max was a much easier nut to crack than Mal.
“That’s why we’re here. Everyone needs to deal with their personal issues before they can be in a successful relationship. Let’s start with Mal though. You are in love it is clear. She accepts the best and worst in you and you her. She says you knew she never wanted to be married yet you and I’ll quote her here ‘tricked her’ into it.” The therapist said looking back at his notes. “If you knew this about the woman you love why would you do it?”
“Ah you see Mal lies, well she doesn’t lie but she doesn’t always know what she wants. She wants everything marriage is a home, to be a wife but without the documents that say so. What she does not understand is the legality of the situation. I am a Canadian citizen and she US. We would have no legal right and if something were to happen to me she would not have support. I know she can not give me her money when she passes but I can and plan on giving her mine. “ he explained heaving a sigh. “It happened in Vegas the week before Sarah and Tanger’s wedding.”
“The friends Mal describes as sickeningly perfect?”
“Yes they would be them. They are perfect.They’re so perfect they belong in a …” he paused looking for the right phrase in English “Doll house a Barbie, Ken home. They are my best friends though I love them and always will. I love their girls, and what they’re doing in Pittsburgh. You know Sarah is going back in school to be a practitioner in addition to being a Mom to the three girls they adopted? Kris is just on fire in the league. He was barely drafted but look at home now? They are just amazing people.”
“Back to you and Mal…” the therapist encouraged.
“Oh yes, it was the week before their wedding and we were taking a short trip to Vegas. It had been a long summer. We went to Haiti and Mal had loved it though she had to be forced into it she ended up loving it. Then there was free agency and my choice to go here to Philly. It was a hard choice but my agent encouraged it. I like it here but I do not like how many people I hurt and let down. So their wedding was three weeks before training camps. We went the week before the wedding week to Vegas. It was so we could be back to help. Mal was helping Sarah and I was doing my best to get things set in Philly and keep things sane for Kris. There is nothing like a woman planning a wedding even as laid back as Sarah is I think I saw her angry for the first time ever that week.”
The therapist gave Max a pointed look encouraging him to get back on topic.
“So Mal and I went to Vegas. We had a great time, lots of dancing some gambling, she’s quite good at poker. So much so we were always getting free drinks. It was one of these nights where she was up by a few thousand and I was down by a few so we were really drinking. Between the drinks and finishing up our anti-malaria medicine I just asked her. I’ve had the ring a long time since before our time apart. She’s the only girl I ever want to be with again. So she laughed and said yes and then the casino hotel offered to make the arrangements for a small ceremony. She said ‘yeah sure’ in her drunk state. I think they just not wanted to pay her and provide service than give her the money. So we stood me in a dress shirt and slacks, Mal in a blue dress that made her look just…” he closed his eyes imagining. “She looked so beautiful. If it had been planned by her I think she would have picked a similar dress with even months to plan. So there we were saying slightly tipsy vowels in Vegas. We signed the papers and went back to he drinks and you know the wedding night stuff.” He said wiggling his eyebrows.
“So you didn’t intentionally get her drunk to marry her?” the therapist asked.
“No, she won’t believe me but I did not intend for it at all. I am happy it happened though. I just sent all out paper work in for our marriage to stand in Canada as well. She says she loves me and will not divorce me but is still not happy with being married.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what I can do to make her feel better with it.”
The therapist sighed and brought his hand to his chin in thought. “I think it will just take time. Mallory has so many walls around her heart the concept of marriage is a lot for to handle. Being in love and having it reciprocated was hard enough for her but this legal binding symbol of love is harder. I know you’re a good man and she is a good woman. I believe with time you’ll figure it all out. You just have to remember that for her the idea of having your heart is a big responsibility and one she was bot looking to accept. Now with it being legal there are laws that say doesn’t have an easy out. She has had an escape route for everything all her life and is struggling with not having one now. She knows she doesn’t want to have one but it’s hard to blindly enter into something not knowing how or when it will it and now.” The therapist explained as he scribbled notes in their file. “I really think you won’t be with me much longer. You’re strong personalities who I can tell will find a way to make this work.”
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Max entered the condo taking his shoes off bound for the kitchen where the smells and sounds of food cooking were coming from. It was a off day and as always Mal was making dinner for him.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked kissing her on the cheek before sitting down in his usual spot on the counter where he liked to watch her cook from.
“Steak stir fry and jasmine rice.” She said moving to stand between his knees giving him a quick kiss. “I got you something today.” She said reaching around him to where her hand bag sat on the counter. She fished out a small box handing it to him. “I just thought you should have one too.”
He looked at the little wrapped box skeptically and then to her raising an eyebrow. Mal nodded her encouragement and he pressed on taking the fancy lid off taking out the velvet box. “Really?” he asked not opening the box yet not taking his eyes off of it.
She rested her hands on his legs. “I said I’m not going to leave or change our status. I figure all the girls in their fuck me pumps should know if they try to fuck you I’ll stab them in the eye with my own fuck me pumps.” She shrugged opening the box for him to reveal the rather plain platinum band till she showed him the etching on the inside. “À cœur vaillant rien d'impossible.” She said softly. “I have it in mine too.
“With a willing heart all things are possible. That is how it is best said in English. With a vaillant heart nothing is impossible.” He repeated in a more direct translation. “I think it’s wonderful.”
Mal slipped it on his finger with a perfect fit. “So no slutting it up ok?’ she joked leaning in for a kiss. “I mean you not the girls. They can slut it up for the rest of the boys.”
Max held her close bring his legs around her not letting her move. “I love you and you are right nothing is impossible for us.”
She let her smile fade figuring there was no better time to tell him. “I’m glad you say that because things are about to change.” She cleared her throat.
His brows knit and he opened his month to say something only to have her cover it with her hand. He smiled licking her hand bringing a glare from her.
“Ok asshole lick me again and I kill you; which would be a shame since I think you’ll be a great Dad… because I’m pregnant.”
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Therapy Pt: 1 MAL
Here it is! Honestly I didn't know when or how the story would continue just that it would. All of a sudden Mal was talking to me again so here we are! As always let me know what you think!
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“So tell me Mrs. Talbot what will we be talking about today?” he asked sitting all superior like across from me.
“Mal please. Mallory is name I go by Mal why do we have to go over that every week.” I say as I do each week.
“Ok Mal. If you’re will I’d like to start from the beginning, or your version of the beginning of how we got here.”
I nodded and sighed knowing it was time. There was only so long I could rage on about my Mother and childhood in these sessions. I was here for a reason and this was a part of it.
Max and I had been together for a year and a half in theory when the Pens won the cup. Sure we had our time apart where he cheated and then I saw someone while we were apart. We’re both at peace with that though. I ended up telling him and he flipped out and we both cried since it was playoffs and emotions were all over the place. Sarah and Kris were planning their wedding and thank God Kris has recovered from his concussion. It was the scariest thing ever seeing a friend get hurt like that. Max and I started talking in February around the trade deadline the prospect of him no longer being in Pittsburgh. Thankfully we made it past that but knew his contract was up. I knew his agent was trying to keep him in town and keep everything as it was here so we could be happy. I forgot about it though as the guys pushed through round and round of the playoffs. I was busy helping Sarah with wedding stuff and adoption stuff. I went back to working at the hospital too, just picking up shifts here and there. I was doing a lot of education stuff with families which I thought I would hate but ended up liking.
The boys made it through to the finals and everyone was on the edge of their seat. I mean you know you’re a sports therapist. You deal mostly with athletes and these times of pressure. I mean there were three states for Max. Game time where he was so in his head we’d barely talk, resting where he was so beaten and broken I would cry since there was little I could do to fix his broke body aside from ice and rub and heat. Then there were the pent up sexual moments where we’d be so ready but stop due to the crazy must drive for the cup then we fuck theory all the guys seemed to ascribe to.
I mean long story short the guys won and everything we had all been going through was worth it. A team really is a family and all the fellow wives and girlfriends, kids and Parents, we were all there to see it. Kris and Sarah grabbed the headlines but everyone felt like winners and we were so happy to let them have the spot light. I mean they’re perfect and my best friends.”
“So you aren’t jealous of Sarah?” he asked making random notes on his sheet. I was pretty sure he wanted to be a caricature artist as a child and just used this therapy thing as a chance to practice.
“No. Well maybe her dress size and ability to be blond but not stupid. But no in the way you think. Sarah is my best friend and we’ll all be on one another’s team. “ I could tell me made a note when I sighed.
“It was in the crazy sex fest after the cup that Max started to become distant. We had a month to wait till free agency. We stayed in town. I worked Max healed up. We took a trip to Haiti the two of us to see the orphanage and to do vaccines. Then we went to Montreal to just wait it out with his family. I didn’t ask one thing about anything concerning his contract and such. I thought I was being the most awesome girlfriend in the world. I mean winning the cup made him a hot commodity but I never thought we’d leave Pittsburgh. I was shopping with Sarah the opening day of free agency when we heard it on the radio.”
“Philly and Pittsburgh aren’t far apart.” He didn’t know it but it was when people said things like that they were most likely to get punched in the face.
“No they aren’t far but they are different. It was the choice of stay in Pittsburgh and put every stressor possible on my relationship with Max or go with him.”
“And you went with him.”
“I am with him. We’re here in Philly. We’re together it’s crazy and I’m not sure if we’re happy but we’re here.”
“You seemed to skip a rather important part of the story.”
“Yeah well, I’m not to keep on how I came to be Mrs. Talbot so maybe when Max is back in to see you he’ll tell you how he tricked me into that happening.”
“Would this be anything like how you’re trying to hide from him that you’re pregnant?”
“I really hate you sometimes. You should be glad we’ve dealt with my anger already or I’d have given you a black eye by now. Yes though. I am hiding that I’m pregnant from him for now. He’s just getting settled with the team and I don’t want to mess that up for him. We’re days away from getting the place we want here so I’ll tell him before we start moving in. Things are already tight in the hotel and I don’t want things to be any heavier than they are.”
“You’re going to tell him though right Mrs. Talbot?”
“Yeah. I mean I love him. Obviously I’ll tell him he’s going to be a Dad… when the time is right.”
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“So tell me Mrs. Talbot what will we be talking about today?” he asked sitting all superior like across from me.
“Mal please. Mallory is name I go by Mal why do we have to go over that every week.” I say as I do each week.
“Ok Mal. If you’re will I’d like to start from the beginning, or your version of the beginning of how we got here.”
I nodded and sighed knowing it was time. There was only so long I could rage on about my Mother and childhood in these sessions. I was here for a reason and this was a part of it.
Max and I had been together for a year and a half in theory when the Pens won the cup. Sure we had our time apart where he cheated and then I saw someone while we were apart. We’re both at peace with that though. I ended up telling him and he flipped out and we both cried since it was playoffs and emotions were all over the place. Sarah and Kris were planning their wedding and thank God Kris has recovered from his concussion. It was the scariest thing ever seeing a friend get hurt like that. Max and I started talking in February around the trade deadline the prospect of him no longer being in Pittsburgh. Thankfully we made it past that but knew his contract was up. I knew his agent was trying to keep him in town and keep everything as it was here so we could be happy. I forgot about it though as the guys pushed through round and round of the playoffs. I was busy helping Sarah with wedding stuff and adoption stuff. I went back to working at the hospital too, just picking up shifts here and there. I was doing a lot of education stuff with families which I thought I would hate but ended up liking.
The boys made it through to the finals and everyone was on the edge of their seat. I mean you know you’re a sports therapist. You deal mostly with athletes and these times of pressure. I mean there were three states for Max. Game time where he was so in his head we’d barely talk, resting where he was so beaten and broken I would cry since there was little I could do to fix his broke body aside from ice and rub and heat. Then there were the pent up sexual moments where we’d be so ready but stop due to the crazy must drive for the cup then we fuck theory all the guys seemed to ascribe to.
I mean long story short the guys won and everything we had all been going through was worth it. A team really is a family and all the fellow wives and girlfriends, kids and Parents, we were all there to see it. Kris and Sarah grabbed the headlines but everyone felt like winners and we were so happy to let them have the spot light. I mean they’re perfect and my best friends.”
“So you aren’t jealous of Sarah?” he asked making random notes on his sheet. I was pretty sure he wanted to be a caricature artist as a child and just used this therapy thing as a chance to practice.
“No. Well maybe her dress size and ability to be blond but not stupid. But no in the way you think. Sarah is my best friend and we’ll all be on one another’s team. “ I could tell me made a note when I sighed.
“It was in the crazy sex fest after the cup that Max started to become distant. We had a month to wait till free agency. We stayed in town. I worked Max healed up. We took a trip to Haiti the two of us to see the orphanage and to do vaccines. Then we went to Montreal to just wait it out with his family. I didn’t ask one thing about anything concerning his contract and such. I thought I was being the most awesome girlfriend in the world. I mean winning the cup made him a hot commodity but I never thought we’d leave Pittsburgh. I was shopping with Sarah the opening day of free agency when we heard it on the radio.”
“Philly and Pittsburgh aren’t far apart.” He didn’t know it but it was when people said things like that they were most likely to get punched in the face.
“No they aren’t far but they are different. It was the choice of stay in Pittsburgh and put every stressor possible on my relationship with Max or go with him.”
“And you went with him.”
“I am with him. We’re here in Philly. We’re together it’s crazy and I’m not sure if we’re happy but we’re here.”
“You seemed to skip a rather important part of the story.”
“Yeah well, I’m not to keep on how I came to be Mrs. Talbot so maybe when Max is back in to see you he’ll tell you how he tricked me into that happening.”
“Would this be anything like how you’re trying to hide from him that you’re pregnant?”
“I really hate you sometimes. You should be glad we’ve dealt with my anger already or I’d have given you a black eye by now. Yes though. I am hiding that I’m pregnant from him for now. He’s just getting settled with the team and I don’t want to mess that up for him. We’re days away from getting the place we want here so I’ll tell him before we start moving in. Things are already tight in the hotel and I don’t want things to be any heavier than they are.”
“You’re going to tell him though right Mrs. Talbot?”
“Yeah. I mean I love him. Obviously I’ll tell him he’s going to be a Dad… when the time is right.”
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