The doctor looks at me, relieved that something has finally come up. "Mrs. Jackson?"

I fiddle with my fingers. "Well... Michael was.. I mean IS addicted to prescription drugs."

Michael looks down. The Dr. turns to him. "Michael I thought you had resolved that problem during rehab."

"I have resolved the problem.."

I look at him. "No you havent. I found your pills in a hidden drawer this morning."

He shakes his head. "Those were just painkillers. Like Ibuprofen."

I scoff. "You were addicted to painkillers Michael!"

He looks at the Dr. "Look I am fine okay? I have no more addiction to anything at all. There is no problem. So..." He stands up. "Since we're normal I guess this meeting is over right?"

The Dr. looks at Michael over his glasses. "Mr. Jackson that sounds to me like denial." Michael sits back down. "But... Im not going to accuse you of anything because I want to believe in the positive. An addiction is very hard on the family and even if you still aren't dependent on these drugs, maybe, just maybe, your wife and your family does not see you as the same person anymore. Maybe they feel the need to watch you more. It just comes with the addiction."

Michael plays with his fingers and I look at him. "Well, he had a lot of tour pains and it came right around the time the allegations were made so it was really hard on all of us."

Dr. J shakes his head. "I can understand that Mrs. Jackson, but I can tell that even though you have forgiven him for the burden, you haven't moved past it."

I frown at him. "I have moved past it."

He leans closer to me. "Mrs. Jackson if Michael was addicted to weed or cocaine and you found a blunt in his room THAT would be reason to worry. Every household is filled with painkillers, it's normal. It could be true that they are being used for minor pains and headaches."

My mouth drops. "But-"

"Are there any trust issues?" We stay silent. "I mean.. when either of you leave the house do you get the urge to.. call them every 10 minutes? Do you get suspicious of who the other is talking on the phone with?"

We shake our heads. "No."

He sighs. "Well at least I know one of the problems, but I still think there is something else." We both look down. "If it is in fact something else you CANNOT keep it from me."

Michael looks up. "She probably doesnt trust me because some woman from an escort service came over to the house and she caught her feeling on me and she thought that I was cheating. I wasnt. Someone set me up."

I scoff. "Like hell they set you up." 

Michael turns to me. "Alcia are we really gonna do this again? I told you it was NOT what you thought. I dont even associate with escort services!"

I fold my arms. "Well they associate with you. How did they know where we live then?"

"New technology allows for everyone to know where anyone is at any given moment."

"But why go through all that, to get to your house, and then have nothing happen?? Seems like a waste to me."

Michael gets aggravated. "They're the ones who took the chance! Why is it my fault??"

"Because Michael you were talking to someone the day before about coming over that day and isnt it a coincidence that someone DID come over and it was a prostitute! I mean, an 'escort'." 

Michael turns to the Dr. "Doctor she has trust issues."

I look at the Dr. too. "No Doctor, Michael has issues keepin it in his pants!"

Michael looks at me pleadingly. "Why would I cheat on you?? You're my wife and I love you and we have two beautiful children together!"

I throw my hands up. "I dont know Michael, maybe so you can have fun! So you wouldn't have to be stuck with the one you picked!"

He shakes his head. "I would never cheat on you, nor would I ever think about it. I have no reason to."

"No Michael I dont think you cheated on me because you wanted to, I think you did it so I could leave!"

He scoffs. "You're crazy!"

"I get it Michael. I really do. You dont want me."

He frowns. "I DO want you!"

I shake my head. "No. You used to when we were young and childless. Now that Im old and raising YOUR CHILDREN you want something young and spicy. So you drug yourself half to death then finally cheat on me!"

His mouth drops. "WHAT?!"

I look at him. "How come after we got married you got all crazy?"

"Im not trying to get rid of you! I.. what?? ugh I need some water.." He walks out and slams the door.

I fold my arms and sit back in the chair. Dr. J clears his throat."So we obviously have some trust issues here." I dont respond. "Mrs. Jackson what I want to know, and dont get mad, but did you have trust issues before you thought he cheated?" I look at him, offended. He puts his hands up. "Again, Im not accusing you, I just think maybe your jealousy and self-doubt led to you believing the obvious rouse."

I sit up. "Obvious rouse?"

He raises his eyebrow. "An escort comes to famous, married man's house at night while you are there with your children to do 'business'? I dont believe it. They aren't that stupid." I look down. "I think you overreacted. Someone definitely set him up. Now, you dont trust him. All you saw was Michael and the women. Where were they?"

"On the couch..."

"The couch! That is wayy too obvious! Was he touching her?"

"Yeah."

"Where?"

"On her shoulders.."

"Unless he was trying to give her a massage from the front that doesnt sound very sexual to me. Did they kiss?"

"Yes!"

"Did you look at Michael's facial expression before you intervened?" I nod. "What was the expression?"

I think for a minute, trying to remember. "Kinda scared, surprised, and mad."

"That doesnt sound like cheating to me Mrs. Jackson." I sigh. "The way I see it, she walked in, jumped on him, and started rubbing and kissing on him. If he was cheating, his expression would be more happy, willing, lustful." 

I sit back in my chair and mumble. "I guess I might have overreacted..."

He leans in closer to me. "But that is not to feel bad about my dear. It happens when you feel the cards are dealt unevenly. If you have the feeling that your spouse excels over you in appearance, intelligence, or work you will feel like they want something better." I nod. "Now just between the two of us.. you said you didnt know if you loved him. Did that incident make you stop loving him as much?"

I nod slowly. I can feel myself about to cry, but I hold the tears back as Michael walks back in. "Alright Im okay now, so we can continue."

Dr. J smiles. "Oh we already resolved the situation Michael. It was a misunderstanding."

I look at him guiltily. "Sorry Michael."

He looks at me relieved and smiles. He leans in to give me and kiss and I back up. I stare at the walls as if its so important and he frowns. "What is wrong with you?"

I look at the Dr. "Nothing. Let's just finish this meeting. Anymore questions?"

"Yes one more then I can let you go." Michael just stares at me not believing how Im acting.

I nod. "OKay what is it?" 

"Has there been any interferences in your relationship from past exes?" Michael slaps his forehead and leans back in his chair. I look down. Dr. Johnson gets up. "I will tell my next appointment to reschedule."

To be continued...

- Gigi <3