Oh God. What am I doing here? How did it ever get this bad? What am I
going to do? These were the questions that swarmed around in Daphne's
head as she sat in the office of a marriage counselor with her husband
Patrick.
 Daphne and Patrick had always seemed like the perfect couple. All 
their friends admired their seemingly happy marriage. But deep down 
inside neither of them were happy. And it had taken a toll on their
marriage. Lately they had been constantly at each other's throats for
no reason at all. They didn't talk anymore, not that they had ever 
possessed a good communication system with each other.
 "Daphne?" Daphne suddenly realized that Patrick was standing. Their 
session was over.
 As they walked in the parking lot toward their separate cars, Daphne
suddenly realized that she didn't want to do this anymore. She was 
sick of coming to this person who called himself a marriage counselor
when he didn't know what in the world he was doing.
 He couldn't help them, no one could. She couldn't even help them, so
why should he be able to? After all, she knew Patrick better than 
anyone. Or did she? When had life suddenly gotten so confusing? She
didn't know anything anymore. She wasn't even sure if...no, wait a 
minute, she loved Patrick. If there was but one certainty in this 
lifetime, it was that she loved Patrick with all her heart and always
would.
 As she started to unlock the door of her car, she heard the sound of
keys dropping to the cement. She turned and saw Patrick leaning 
against his car, crying. Her first thought was to run to him and put
her arms around him.
 Then she realized how awkward the situation was. She had never seen
him cry before. But she couldn't go comfort him. They were separated 
and a hug wouldn't mean much anyway.
 But when she turned to open her car door, she heard Patrick say 
something. As she turned around very slowly, she told herself not to
cry no matter what he told her. Even if he told her that he hated her,
that everything was over, she would just accept it.
 As Patrick looked up, he struck Daphne as a lost little boy. Her 
heart broke. Pain was etched into his face. She took a deep breath and
asked him what he had said. In a soft voice, he said,"Don't go.
Please. I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Daphne," and he started to
cry.
 Oh, God, how could she walk away? She didn't know what to say. She
didn't know what to do. She didn't know what today would bring. 
But she went over to him and put her arms around him and allowed the
healing to begin.

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