She smiles tightly. “What I hear is a joint expression of commitment. And I would just say we don’t want absolutes to silence important feelings.”
“AndI’msaying divorce is not an option,” I reiterate. “Ever. Under any circumstance.”
Her eyes shift back to Ace, searching for something. Then she sets her pen down. “Let’s set the date for our next visit.”
After, she gives us a homework packet. I don’t know about Ace, but I’m kinda digging that. All this fucking money we’re paying, I wanna feel like we’re actuallydoingsomething.
Because if all we're gonna do is talk about feelings, Ace can do that without me.
38
Ace
Bron calls me when I'm on the way to counseling.
“Bruh, what the fuck is goin’ on over there?” he asks.
“What you mean?”
“Would you please tell your wife to stop giving my girl advice?”
I look over at Raya and laugh. “Oh, that’s your girl now?”
“Shut up.”
“What did she say wrong?”
“This girl gettin’ strict over here. Talkin’ about she wants a real date. Dinner and shit.”
“Well, better hop to it, then, nigga.”
"Man, fuck both of y'all. Love you, but fuck off."
After the line goes dead, Raya shakes her head. "He's never getting married."
"You never know."
"I do know. He's hopeless."
"I've been talking to him. I'm doing my part."
"That's noble, but mark my words."
Honestly, I don't think she's wrong about that.
But today is about us.
Fixing our shit before we both end up single like that nigga.
***
“Good to see you both," Dr. Williams says.
“You, too.”
“Let’s get started. I wanna do an exercise with you today where you tell me the things you love about each other. But before we get to that, I spent some time with your packets, and I want to first thank you for being so open and vulnerable. I know that’s not easy to do.”
“At all,” I agree.
