Samantha. But, we still like to joke anyway. I kind of feel like an idiot right now. Whenever Melissa would talk to me, I thought she was just trying to settle into her job by getting to know people. She can keep looking in Ellis’ direction as far as I’m concerned.
Speaking of, he needs to get the hell away from her and get over here for report. I need to leave before I’m forced to stay again. I think if that happens I might be minus a wife.
Finally, the douche remembers he’s here to work and I quickly give report and hand over the reins. Then I’m out the door, not even stopping to shower and change, so I can get on the road.
Shaking my head, I walk to my truck and remember the phone call to my mom. I dial her number and she answers with, “Yes, How may I help you?” Fuck. This is not going to be good.
After my mom gives me hell about my “potty mouth” which is laughable because she should have been a sailor, and for being an ass to Chloe, I begin the drive to her house. I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to say because now that I’ve calmed down, I can see what a massive jerk I was.
If my self-incrimination wasn’t enough, my phone rings and it’s my dad. I know this is not a coincidence. With a huge sigh, I answer, “Hey dad, how’s it going?
“Good, son…how are you?”
I laugh and say, “Since you’re calling me during your practice hours, I would say you already know the answer. I’m assuming mom called you.”
He laughs as well and says, “You could say that. I was barely able to get a word in while she was telling me how awful my son is and how he yelled and cursed at her and my daughter-in-law.”
I hear the laughter in his voice, but I also hear the steely undertones as well. My dad is not a fan of treating women that way. I’m usually not either, which makes me feel even worse than I did before.
“I know. I’ve already apologized to mom. I’m on my way to your house; Chloe and the boys are there with her. This isn’t something I want to discuss over the phone. I know I overreacted but I don’t understand how she could think I was cheating on her.”
Luckily, my dad is good at giving insight into complicated things such as women. I thought after 9 years I had it all figured out, but obviously not.
“Jayson, you have a very demanding job and it’s easy for that to become the center of your life. If you were single, then I would say there’s nothing wrong with that. But, you’re not; you have a wife and two sons depending on you, not just for financial means, but emotional support.”
Every word he says strikes shame into my heart. I really screwed up.
“Don’t let your job get in the way of your marriage. There’s a reason why there is such a huge divorce rate among new doctors. It’s hard for a husband or wife to be left alone all the time and it’s easy for them to start feeling second best. Since you’re coming into the end of your residency, I know you’re working harder than usual; I think Chloe is feeling like she isn’t your number one anymore. You need to fix it and make sure she knows she still holds that place. You have to find a balance between your marriage and your job.”
I know he’s right about it all. I have let my job overwhelm me and I can see how Chloe would be feeling insecure since we’ve always been so close. I make up my mind that I’m going to fix the problem immediately; I just have to figure out how.
My thoughts are racing and I realize my dad is still talking. “At the same time, I don’t agree with Chloe springing that on you at work or your mother calling Susan.”
I laugh to myself when I remember Susan, our hospital administrator, coming down and insisting I call my mother. I was livid at the time, but I’m mostly over it; I know mom was only trying to help. Susan was her college roommate and even though they are not close like the way they once were, they would still do anything for each other, which is why I
Speaking of, he needs to get the hell away from her and get over here for report. I need to leave before I’m forced to stay again. I think if that happens I might be minus a wife.
Finally, the douche remembers he’s here to work and I quickly give report and hand over the reins. Then I’m out the door, not even stopping to shower and change, so I can get on the road.
Shaking my head, I walk to my truck and remember the phone call to my mom. I dial her number and she answers with, “Yes, How may I help you?” Fuck. This is not going to be good.
After my mom gives me hell about my “potty mouth” which is laughable because she should have been a sailor, and for being an ass to Chloe, I begin the drive to her house. I’m trying to figure out what I’m going to say because now that I’ve calmed down, I can see what a massive jerk I was.
If my self-incrimination wasn’t enough, my phone rings and it’s my dad. I know this is not a coincidence. With a huge sigh, I answer, “Hey dad, how’s it going?
“Good, son…how are you?”
I laugh and say, “Since you’re calling me during your practice hours, I would say you already know the answer. I’m assuming mom called you.”
He laughs as well and says, “You could say that. I was barely able to get a word in while she was telling me how awful my son is and how he yelled and cursed at her and my daughter-in-law.”
I hear the laughter in his voice, but I also hear the steely undertones as well. My dad is not a fan of treating women that way. I’m usually not either, which makes me feel even worse than I did before.
“I know. I’ve already apologized to mom. I’m on my way to your house; Chloe and the boys are there with her. This isn’t something I want to discuss over the phone. I know I overreacted but I don’t understand how she could think I was cheating on her.”
Luckily, my dad is good at giving insight into complicated things such as women. I thought after 9 years I had it all figured out, but obviously not.
“Jayson, you have a very demanding job and it’s easy for that to become the center of your life. If you were single, then I would say there’s nothing wrong with that. But, you’re not; you have a wife and two sons depending on you, not just for financial means, but emotional support.”
Every word he says strikes shame into my heart. I really screwed up.
“Don’t let your job get in the way of your marriage. There’s a reason why there is such a huge divorce rate among new doctors. It’s hard for a husband or wife to be left alone all the time and it’s easy for them to start feeling second best. Since you’re coming into the end of your residency, I know you’re working harder than usual; I think Chloe is feeling like she isn’t your number one anymore. You need to fix it and make sure she knows she still holds that place. You have to find a balance between your marriage and your job.”
I know he’s right about it all. I have let my job overwhelm me and I can see how Chloe would be feeling insecure since we’ve always been so close. I make up my mind that I’m going to fix the problem immediately; I just have to figure out how.
My thoughts are racing and I realize my dad is still talking. “At the same time, I don’t agree with Chloe springing that on you at work or your mother calling Susan.”
I laugh to myself when I remember Susan, our hospital administrator, coming down and insisting I call my mother. I was livid at the time, but I’m mostly over it; I know mom was only trying to help. Susan was her college roommate and even though they are not close like the way they once were, they would still do anything for each other, which is why I
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