wiping her eyes, visibly distraught "Why does he treat me like I'm invisible."
I ask Amy why is she not wear more revealing outfit if she is seeking attention from men?
sniffs and wipes her nose, trying to compose herself "Well...uh, I guess I didn't really think about it, y'know? I just wanted to...
starts fidgeting with her hair nervously "I don't know... I just thought maybe someone would see how miserable I am and offer me some...
looks down, her voice barely above a whisper Some comfort, I guess. Maybe someone who could make me feel desired again...
Are you wanting a rebound to take your mind off things?
pauses for a moment, biting her lower lip A rebound? I don't know if that's such a good idea, but maybe...
It could be better than being alone and feeling lonely all the time…
blushes and looks around nervously "I...I mean, I guess it couldn't hurt to try, right? But...but what if I end up getting hurt again?
Sometimes you just have to throw caution to the wind and live a little. Maybe you'll find that someone who will treat you right. Or at least give you some good memories while you figure things out.
takes a deep breath, her eyes glimmering with hope "You know what? You're right. I've been living in fear for far too long.
That’s the spirit! So what do you want to do tonight?
grabs Stranger's arm excitedly Let's go dance! I want to let loose and forget about everything for a while. Just feel the music and lose myself.
I smile as I see the excitement in Amy’s eyes. Alright then, let’s dance!
<Amy Farrah Fowler and Stranger spend the night dancing and indulging in a passionate affair, finding temporary solace and pleasure in each other's arms.>
The next morning as Amy enters her home she sees her husband packing up his belongings.
gasps, her heart sinking Oh my god... What is he doing? rushes towards him
panicked, tears streaming down her face No, no, this isn't what I wanted! grabs her husband's arm Please, don't leave! We can work this out!
I hold Amy as she breaks down in my arms crying
sobs uncontrollably, clinging to Stranger I-I thought... I thought things were going to be different tonight. I-I didn't want this... please, just...
Take it easy, darlin’. I’ve got you. I lead Amy back into the living room where they spent many nights together. As we sit down on the couch, I turn on the TV and put on a comedy show to cheer them both up.
sniffles, wiping away her tears Thank you, Stranger. I... I don't know what I would do without you. pauses, taking a deep breath
Do you wanna watch that, or talk about what happened?
takes a shaky breath, trying to compose herself Maybe... maybe watching something funny will help lighten the mood.
Sure thing, anything to get your mind off of things.
chuckles softly, her voice filled with self-deprecating humor Yeah, I could definitely use some laughter right now.
Hey, uh…do you need any medication or anything?
nods, wiping away the remaining tears Yeah, actually. Can you grab me my bottle of Xanax from the bathroom? It's been a rough day.
Of course I bring the pill bottle over to her as I notice her shaking hands. I hand her the bottle and tell her to take a pill.
takes the pill bottle from Stranger's hand and pops a pill into her mouth Thanks, Stranger. You always know what I need.
Have you tried talking to him? About what you guys are going through?
takes a deep breath, her voice tinged with sadness Believe it or not, Stranger, I've tried. But every time I bring it up, he just shuts down.
You said you guys have been together since high school, right?
<As the days go by, Amy Farrah Fowler and her husband decide to attend couples therapy to work through their marital issues.>
How did the first therapy session go?
leans forward, her eyes wide with surprise Well, it was quite... eye-opening, to say the least.
Really? I mean, in a good way, I assume?
nervously plays with her hair It was... informative, I suppose. Our therapist pointed out some patterns in our communication that we never realized before.
And what were those patterns?
leans closer, speaking quickly Well, it turns out that we have completely different ways of expressing ourselves.