A/N: This chapter contains adult language.
“You have the appointment with doctor McCarthy at ten o’clock, do you want me to come with you?” Dale asked hopeful.
“I’m not going, I told you to cancel it.”
“We canceled the last four appointments, Becca. You need to talk to someone.”
Becca slammed her cup of coffee down on the glass table that it nearly broke and jumped up from the chair, “I said I don’t need therapy. Nothing in the world can make me stop feeling the way I’m feeling,” she yelled at her husband angrily.
Her sadness was replaced by anger in the past few months. Dale tried to help her by finding the best therapist and setting appointments but she never agreed to go.
All they did was fight so Dale started to spend a lot of time in the restaurant. He became really close with his restaurant manager Kirsten. She was the one who was running things while the family was away and she was still helping a lot.
“Thank you for meeting me, Kirsten,” Dale said when his friend and employee arrived to the dinner where they decided to grab a late breakfast together, “I don’t even know who to talk to about her. I can’t talk to her friends. They wouldn’t believe me.”
“You can talk to me any time, I don’t judge.”
“I really want to help her. But she won’t let me. I’m desperate.”
“Well, you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped, Dale. It’s not fair to you and Cameron. I wish there was something I could do.”
“You’re doing enough, trust me. Thank you again for listening,” Dale took out forty dollars and placed them in the bill holder their waitress brought couple minutes earlier.
“Like I said, any time. And I mean it,” the red headed girl repeated and gave him a hug before she walked away.
“They won’t stop fighting. Mom keeps yelling at dad for no reason,” Cameron complained to his older sister, “you have to come talk to her again. I don’t know what to do.”
“I can try, but I don’t think it will help, Cam. You know how it went last time.”
“So what are we gonna do then?”
“I don’t know, I will be over tomorrow morning, We’ll figure something out, I promise.”
“Good morning, dad,” Carissa hugged her adoptive father, “what smells so good?”
“Pancakes, do you want some? Your mom is just finishing hers.”
Carissa looked over to the dining room table where Becca was eating her breakfast, “she looks better today,” she whispered to her dad so her mother wouldn’t hear they’re talking about her.
Becca walked over and put her empty plate in the sink.
“Hi mom, how are you?”
“Don’t give me the ‘how are you’ crap'” Becca hissed,”if you’re here to tell me I’m crazy and I need a psychiatrist too, then you can leave. I already said no.”
“I just wanted to see you, mom,” Carissa said quietly and looked down, trying to hide the tears that were forming in her eyes.
“That’s enough, Becca,” Dale couldn’t stand it any more and for the first time in his life he raised a voice on his wife, “listen to yourself! Yelling at your kids, yelling at your husband all the fucking time. You need help and if you won’t get it, sooner or later you’ll be all alone. Is that what you want?”
Becca didn’t answer. She left the the kitchen and slammed the door of Caitlin’s bedroom behind her.