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Her jaw drops. “You think I’m lying?”
“I don’t know. My point is Trace isn’t cheating on me.”
“I’m trying to be a good friend by telling you what I saw!”
“And I’m telling you that he wouldn’t do that to me!”
Now, I’ve pissed her off. “Why? Because you’re too good to be cheated on?”
I lean forward and quietly say, “No. But just because Dustin’s cheated on you doesn’t mean that my boyfriend will do the same to me.”
Her eyes widen and her jaw is still hanging. She looks horrified, as if I just slapped her. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.”
“Why? It’s true. I’ve told you that I don’t care for Dustin or how he’s treated you, but you’re still with him and I respect your choice to do that. Not all guys are jerks or cheaters. Trace isn’t anything like Dustin and he wouldn’t cheat on me.”
She folds her arms over her chest. “At least Dustin has never walked out on me because I was too crazy for him to handle.”
I press my lips together and narrow my eyes at her. “I’m not doing this.” I grab my purse, get up, and leave. I can’t believe her! It’s one thing to share her concerns, but it’s another thing to truly believe he’s a cheater when she has no reason to and then throw jabs at me like that. No longer hungry, I head on over to Mrs. Potter’s office and hang out in the waiting room, fuming, until it’s time for my appointment.
“What’s bothering you today?” she asks as usual.
I don’t even pretend this time. I recount my entire meeting with Rebecca. “The nerve she has to say Trace left me because I’m crazy! I’m not crazy! Sure, I have some mental health issues, but that does not make me crazy. It pisses me off that she would even say that. I mean, come on! The last thing I wanted to do was bring up how he’s cheated on her, but I wanted to get it through to her that Trace wouldn’t do that to me! No, I didn’t know he had lunch with a woman, but that doesn’t mean anything, if he even had lunch with some woman to start with. She could be lying. I don’t know anymore after how she tried to set Quinn and me up again.”
“Are you going to mention any of this to Trace?”
“No. I trust him and I don’t want him to think I don’t by asking him about it when really, Rebecca is the one who doesn’t trust him. I don’t want to rock that boat, especially when I think she’s full of shit.”
Mrs. Potter smiles at me, but I’m not sure why.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m not going to lie to you, when you first told me about telling Trace you trusted him, I wondered if you were really there yet or not. After this, I believe you.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I have no reason to lie in therapy.”
“And yet you do on occasion when it’s something you don’t want to talk about as a means of prolonging the inevitable.” She’s still smiling, so I know she’s teasing. “Anything else you
want to discuss on the topic or are we ready to move on to your birthday?”
“We can move on. I don’t want talk about it any more and work myself up.”
“What are your birthday plans, and how did Trace’s birthday go, since I haven’t seen you since then?”
“It went great. He loved his presents and we went out with Ben and Melissa. For my birthday, he’s taking me out to lunch and then I’m going out with Melissa for girl time. I’m excited.”
Mrs. Potter tilts her head. “This is your first birthday with Trace and y’all are only going out to lunch?”
“Yeah, but we spent his birthday together. Besides, he suggested it since I was so stressed last week. We’re getting our nails done, facials, and massages.”
She nods and we talk about work and other little things that have been causing me some anxiety. My current meds are really good. Every day I’m thankful that I didn’t need to test out a few before I found one that would work. By the time I leave and head back to work, my chest feels light and the incident with Rebecca is far from my mind.
However, for possibly the first time ever, I beat Trace home. I do like I said I would and get a load of laundry started. It irks me when I realize Trace never put his laundry in the basket like I told him to do. He’s not even here for me to bitch at him for it.
“Trace is cheating on you.”
Is that why he’s home late?
No. Something is just causing him to be late. God, I wish Rebecca never said anything to me. I don’t need that stupid thought appearing in my head. I’m in the laundry room when Trace gets home. His current smile falls when he sees me.
