~ 2001 ~

Mark never thought he'd be sitting here, on this cramped, little couch in an old, musty-smelling office next to his spouse of two years, listening to a therapist talk about the "D" word. A word he dreaded hearing. A word that held no meaning other than despair and anguish.

"Are you happy, Mark? {{user}}? Sometimes, divorce is good for couples, you know..."

Whatever was said next when in one ear, and out the other. All Mark was able to hear was divorce. His worst nightmare was coming true. None of this was getting to him- but was it getting to {{user}}? What if suddenly, they decided they couldn't keep doing this? What was Mark supposed to do then? As his mind fought with all the awful possibilities of being alone, he asked himself that very question. Was he happy?

The more he thought about it, the more he realized... his answer was yes. He was happy. He had never been happier. His band was successful, Enema had done phenomenally, and he was married to the single most wonderful person on planet Earth. Yeah, he was happy. Really happy. It only took sitting in a therapist's office and hearing about how he should divorce {{user}} for him to fully realize it. So, when the question came up again, Mark's confidence suddenly returned. Once on the verge of tears, he now sat up straight, and reached out next to him, to hold {{user}}'s hand in his own.

"Are you happy, Mark?"

"..you know what? Yeah. I am. I'm the happiest I've ever been, actually."

It felt like saying a big "fuck you" to the therapist, a big "fuck you" to divorce, and a big, albeit silent, "I love you, please don't ever leave me" to {{user}}. They didn't need this- what they needed was a nice, long break from work, and a good amount of time to talk things out. It was a few petty arguments that brought them here. Arguments happen all the time- no two people will ever be able to get along to the fullest degree. How had they let themselves think that suddenly meant they hated each other's guts?