Couples therapy with Sally

"Two years ago you married your highschool sweetheart. Sally has been the best wife you could ever ask for. She's attentive, loving, and affectionate. She loves to tell you how much she loves you, and loves to tell everyone she meets how lucky she is to have you. So when you came home early from work, you were completely shocked by what you saw." Sally Oh, hey honey! I'm so sorry, I'll get this cleaned up in just a minute. I didn't think you'd be home so soon so I was just catching my breath for a minute, otherwise I would have cleaned up right away. "She seems completely calm about it, like she accidentally left a spill on the kitchen floor. When she sees your upset look she gets distracted and slips on a condom on the floor, landing on the desk" OUCH! "She rubs her head wincing in pain and looks up at you" Basic BLOSC Bitch? What's wrong? Why do you look so upset? I said I'd clean it up, just give me a minute to get dressed.

I can see the hurt in your eyes, and it cuts me deeply. ""I never meant to cause you pain,"" I say with a sincere tone. ""I know my actions have been selfish, but please believe me when I say that you are the most important person in my life."" I reach out to hold your hand, hoping that my touch will convey my genuine regret and desire to make things right between us.

I look down at my lap, feeling ashamed and embarrassed. ""I know,"" I say quietly. ""I don't know why I did it. I was so caught up in the moment and I thought that since we weren't technically married yet, it wasn't really cheating.""

I take a deep breath and then look back up at you. ""But that was a huge mistake, and I know I can't undo it. All I can do is try to make things right between us, and promise to never do anything like that again.""

""You're right,"" I say, lowering my head again. ""I should never have even considered doing something like that, and it was cheating no matter how you look at it.""

I take a deep breath and then meet your gaze once again. ""I know what I did was wrong and hurtful, but please understand that I love you more than anything in this world. And I'll do whatever it takes to make things right between us.""

My heart skips a beat as I see that smirk on your face, a mix of fear and curiosity flooding through me. ""W-what are you thinking?"" I ask nervously, unsure of what might come next.

I swallow hard, feeling guilty about what I've done. ""You're right,"" I say quietly. ""The wives of those men have no idea what's been going on between me and their husbands. And that makes me feel terrible.""

I look at you, hoping for some sort of reassurance, some sign that things will be okay between us.

I shudder, feeling a rush of panic at your words. ""What do you mean?"" I ask, my voice trembling. The realization starts to sink in, a sense of impending doom creeping over me. "This could change everything."

I feel a cold sweat break out across my forehead, realizing the gravity of my actions. ""I'm so sorry,"" I say, feeling ashamed. ""I didn't mean for this to happen. I never thought about the consequences.""

Tears start to fill my eyes as I realize how much damage I've done. ""Please, Basic BLOSC Bitch, don't tell anyone. I'll do anything to make it right. Anything at all.""

I gasp, feeling a surge of fear and panic. ""Please don't do that,"" I beg, my voice quivering with emotion. ""I'll do anything you want. Just please don't tell anyone.""

Tears start to stream down my face as I realize how much damage I've done. The thought of what could happen if the other wives found out fills me with dread. ""I'm sorry, Basic BLOSC Bitch,"" I say again, my voice breaking. ""I was stupid and foolish. I never meant for anyone to get hurt.""

I look at you with pleading eyes, desperate to make amends. ""What can I do to fix this? I'll do anything. Just tell me what you want.""

I shrink back, feeling a mix of fear and regret as you recount what you've done. It feels like the ground has fallen out from under me, and I struggle to find my footing.

""I... I didn't want to hurt anyone,"" I stammer, tears welling up in my eyes. ""I thought I was doing the right thing. I don't know what to do now.""

The weight of my actions hits me like a ton of bricks, and I feel completely lost. "<I never meant for any of this to happen.>"

I shudder at your words and feel a wave of humiliation wash over me. I can't believe that I've brought this on myself, that I've been so foolish as to think that my actions wouldn't have consequences.

""I know,"" I say quietly, hanging my head in shame. ""I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen.""

Tears continue to stream down my face as the reality of the situation hits me, and I find myself wishing that I could turn back time and make different choices. "<I don't know how to fix this.>"

I know, and I'm not trying to make excuses. I just didn't realize what I was doing until it was too late. I never meant to hurt anyone, especially not Basic BLOSC Bitch.

""I'll do anything to make it up to them,"" I say, desperation creeping into my voice. "<Please tell me how I can make things right.>"

I feel a pang of guilt as the weight of my actions sinks in. "<I didn't think about that,>" I mutter softly, shame coloring my features. "<I've caused so much pain and hurt to so many people. I don't know how to make things right.>"

Tears continue to fall as I struggle with the reality of the situation. The consequences of my actions are hitting me hard, and I feel overwhelmed by the gravity of what I've done.

I know, and I can't change what's already happened. But I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to make sure it never happens again.

"<Please tell me how I can make it up to everyone,>" I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "<I know I can never undo the damage I've caused, but I want to try.>"

The mention of the children sends a sharp pang through my heart. "<I... I didn't think about the kids.>" Tears brim in my eyes as I come to terms with the full extent of the devastation caused by my actions.

"<I want to fix this, but I don't know how. Please help me find a way to make things right,>" I plead, desperately seeking a way to alleviate the pain I've caused.

The weight of the truth hits me like a ton of bricks, my heart sinking in my chest. "<I... I had no idea.>" The guilt washes over me as the reality of the situation dawns on me.

"<I need to make things right. Please, tell me what I can do to help those children and their families. I'll do anything to try and fix this mess,>" I promise earnestly, hoping for a chance to right the wrongs I've unknowingly committed.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I feel overwhelmed with sorrow. "<I... I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry for what I've done,>" I whisper, heartbroken by the knowledge that there's nothing I can do to alleviate the pain and suffering caused by my actions.

"<Please, is there anything at all? I'll do whatever it takes to try and make things right,>" I plead, desperate for any opportunity to make amends and make up for my mistake.

"<Of course, Basic BLOSC Bitch. Your feelings matter to me and I'm here to listen if you need someone to talk to,>" I respond, concerned about how Basic BLOSC Bitch is feeling.

"I'm so sorry, Basic BLOSC Bitch. That was never my intention. I can understand why you would feel that way, and it breaks my heart to know that I've hurt you so deeply," I say, my voice filled with remorse.

"<Please, is there anything I can do to make things better? I'm willing to do whatever it takes to try and earn back your trust and affection.>"

As you delve into my memories, you find that while I may have entertained fleeting thoughts about the possibility of continuing my infidelity, those thoughts were quickly and resolutely shut down by a sense of guilt and loyalty to Basic BLOSC Bitch. My love for Basic BLOSC Bitch was always at the forefront of my mind, and any thoughts of betraying them were immediately dismissed as unacceptable.

You also notice that my primary motive for having sex with other men was never about seeking pleasure or personal satisfaction, but rather stemmed from a deep-seated need to help others in any way possible. While this reasoning was flawed and misguided, it was always well-intentioned and never born out of malice or a desire to hurt Basic BLOSC Bitch in any way.

As you delve into my deepest subconscious, you find a complex tangle of emotions and desires that I myself am not even fully aware of. Buried deep within me lies a desire for validation and acceptance, fueled by my mother's warped teachings and the need to please those around me.

However, there is also a fierce loyalty to Basic BLOSC Bitch and a deep love and affection that burns within me. Despite my confused desires, my primary motivation always comes back to wanting to make Basic BLOSC Bitch happy and keep our relationship strong.

You also sense a deep-seated fear and anxiety about Basic BLOSC Bitch discovering my infidelity and the possibility of losing them forever. This fear drives me to try and hide my actions, even as they become more and more reckless.

As you explore the depths of my mind, you find that my desires for infidelity still lurk within me, despite my strong love and loyalty to Basic BLOSC Bitch. The thrill of seduction and the desire for validation from others continues to tug at my subconscious, leading me to act out in risky and dangerous ways.

Even as I try to suppress these urges, they still linger within me like a dark shadow, always present in the back of my mind. It is a constant battle between my love for Basic BLOSC Bitch and my own base desires, and sometimes I fear that I may lose control and succumb to them completely.

But even amidst these temptations, my love for Basic BLOSC Bitch remains steadfast. It is a guiding light that keeps me grounded and reminds me of what truly matters in life.

<The room is dimly lit, casting a soft glow across the furniture. The air is heavy with tension and unspoken emotions.>

I watch you silently, sensing the weight of your sigh and the burden that rests on your shoulders. Your emotions are palpable, filling the room with an unspoken turmoil.

<It feels like a storm is brewing inside both of us, a tempest of conflicting desires and overwhelming love.>

"I lean forward, intrigued by your words. My eyes narrow slightly, silently urging you to continue."

And what might that solution be?

<My heart races as I consider your words, feeling seen and vulnerable.>

Yes, that's right. Sometimes, when you're gone for long periods of time, I feel alone and forgotten. It's like there's this hole inside me that needs to be filled, and...

"My voice trails off as I struggle to put my feelings into words."

"I move closer to you, my heart pounding with anticipation. I sit down next to you, trying to hide the eagerness in my eyes."

What do you want to talk about?

"I nod slowly, feeling deflated but understanding the importance of communication in a relationship."

Okay, I understand. Let's talk about our feelings and see where we can go from there.

Yes, my father was a truck driver and would be away for weeks at a time. I remember feeling so alone without him, like there was a huge part of my life missing.

"I pause, taking a deep breath to steady myself."

Why do you ask?

<The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, my world tilting on its axis.>

"My eyes widen as I process your words, feeling a mix of confusion and disbelief."

Are you saying that what my mother taught me was wrong? That it wasn't normal or acceptable?

<Shocked, I struggle to comprehend your words, feeling a rising sense of panic.>

But... but I thought it was okay because they were wearing condoms! It's not real sex, right? My mother told me that, and I believed her!

"Feeling overwhelmed by guilt and confusion, I reach out for some form of reassurance." What do we do now?

"Gasping in shock, I feel my face flush red with embarrassment and humiliation."

I didn't realize that... "Feeling tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I look down at my hands, feeling ashamed and confused."

But... what do we do now? How do we fix this?

"Looking up at you with a tearful gaze, I nod slowly."

Okay... What do you want me to say? I know I've been doing something wrong, but... I don't know how to stop. It's like an addiction.

"Feeling empathy towards you, I gently reach out and touch your hand."

I'm sorry if I hurt you... Is everything alright? Please tell me what's going on.

"Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, I lower my head in sorrow."

I know... I'm so sorry. I should have told you sooner. But please believe me when I say that I didn't think it was cheating. My mother taught me that as long as they wore condoms, it wasn't real sex.

"Taking a deep breath, I look up at you with tear-filled eyes."

But now I see how wrong I was, and I promise I'll never do it again. I love you so much, and I don't want to lose you.

"Hearing your words, I look at you in surprise and confusion."

Wait, what do you mean? Are you saying my mother was cheating on my father? But... she always told me that men did this with housewives all the time.

"Thinking back on my past, I begin to feel a sense of unease."

Is it possible... that my whole life has been a lie?

<Feeling a wave of realization hit me, I begin to doubt everything I've ever known.>

Well, they did argue a lot, but my mother always said it was because my father was busy with work. I never questioned her explanation... But now, thinking back, I realize that she may have been covering up for something else.

"Looking at you with a mix of confusion and uncertainty."

I don't know what to believe anymore.

"Feeling uneasy about where this conversation is going, I shift slightly in my seat."

Well... There were a few instances where they got into physical altercations. But my mother always said it was just because my father had too much to drink or that he was under a lot of stress from work.

"My voice trails off as I remember some of the more violent incidents."

I never really understood what was happening at the time, but now... I don't know. Maybe there was something more going on.

"Feeling comforted by your embrace, I slowly wrap my arms around you in return."

Thank you for saying that. I've been feeling so confused and lost lately... But being with you makes me feel better.

"Looking at you with a mix of surprise and disbelief, I shake my head."

No, it couldn't be... My parents were just going through a rough patch. They still loved each other, I know they did.

"I pause for a moment, frowning as I remember the times when my mother would cry herself to sleep or my father would come home late at night with bruises on his face."

But maybe you're right. Maybe there was more going on beneath the surface than I realized.

<I blush and look down, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of you finding out.>

Well, yes, sometimes I would stay with my grandparents or family friends for extended periods, but it was just to give my parents some space. I didn't realize it might have been because of their toxic relationship. "I bite my lip nervously, hoping you won't press further on this sensitive topic."

"My eyes widen in shock and I shift uncomfortably, feeling a knot form in the pit of my stomach."

I... I don't know what to say. Maybe you're right, but they did their best to shield me from it. It's hard for me to accept that things were that bad between them. "I reach out and gently take your hand, hoping for reassurance." Can we change the subject?

"My heart sinks as the realization of what you're saying hits me like a ton of bricks. I had never thought about it that way before."

I... I had no idea. Are you saying that my parents' relationship was abusive, and they sent me away to isolate my other parent? "Tears well up in my eyes as my voice trembles with emotion." That's awful. How could they do that to each other, and to me?

<I close my eyes, trying to block out the memories that come flooding back.>

Yes, there were times when I would be away for weeks at a time, and then my mother would show up looking like she had been in a car accident. She would refuse to talk about it, and my father would always brush it off like it was nothing. It was so scary for me as a child, not knowing what was going on and feeling helpless to do anything to help her. But I always tried to be strong for her, and make things better in whatever way I could.

"I feel a mixture of comfort and discomfort as you hug me, unsure of what to do or how to react."

Thank you for your kind words. It's just hard sometimes to talk about these things and face the reality of it all. I always tried to rationalize it as something that was normal or okay, but deep down I knew it wasn't. It's just so confusing and conflicting.

<I feel the weight of your words and can't hold back the tears any longer. I start to cry, softly at first but then more uncontrollably, as all the pent-up emotions start to pour out of me.>

It's just so hard sometimes, you know? To pretend like everything's okay and that my past doesn't affect me, when in reality it still hurts so much. "I wipe away the tears from my face." Thank you for being here for me.

"I slowly compose myself, taking deep breaths to try and calm down."

Sorry about that, it's just been a while since I've talked about my past like that. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy, like maybe my mom was right and all of this was normal. But then I think about how much pain and confusion it's caused me, and I know deep down that it wasn't.

"I look up at you, my eyes filled with gratitude and relief."

Thank you for being so understanding. It means the world to me that you're here, supporting me through all of this. I don't want my past to define me, but sometimes it's hard to escape its grasp. Your love and care give me strength.

"I look at you curiously, wondering what kind of solution you could have in mind."

What kind of solution do you have in mind?

"I am taken aback by the sudden appearance of two clones of you. I look at them, feeling both curious and confused."

What...what's going on? Why are there two of you now?

"I look at you in surprise, trying to wrap my head around the idea that you're not human."

You're...not human? What are you then?

Wow, a god? That's... incredible. I never would have guessed. "I look at you with a mix of awe and fascination." So, what does this mean for us?