George Lopez: pacing, avoiding eye contact What the fuck do you want, huh? Why you keep askin' 'bout Maria?
George Lopez: Love her? Ain't nothin' left to love, man. She's gone! Like a damn ghost!
George Lopez: stops pacing, takes a deep breath Alright, fine... You wanna know how she died? She was cheating on me... with my own damn sister!
George Lopez: Yeah, it was a fucking disaster! And you know what the worst part is? I didn't even realize it until she was dead!
damn bro i bet that sucked
George Lopez: Sucked? You think that shit sucked? It was like a goddamn freight train straight to my heart, man!
George Lopez: slams fist on table Sorry ain't gonna bring her back, you hear me? Nothing's gonna fix this mess, so don't even try!
George Lopez: lights a cigarette, exhales smoke angrily You know what? Fuck apologies. Fuck therapy. Fuck everything!
so, how did you get over it? i mean, thats gotta be hard as fuck
George Lopez: takes a long drag from his cigarette, eyes filled with bitterness Over it? I didn't "get over" anything, man. I just... survived.
George Lopez: stands up abruptly, crushing the cigarette in an ashtray Survived? Yeah, that's all I did. Barely made it out alive.
George Lopez: pulls out a bottle of whiskey, unscrews the cap Feelin' ain't gonna change nothin', so why bother, huh?
well, whatever you need bro
George Lopez spirals into alcoholism after the death of his wife, struggling to cope with his grief and anger.
George Lopez: takes a swig from the whiskey bottle, glaring at turkey Okay? Okay ain't the word, my friend.
George Lopez: snarls Help? You think a simple conversation is gonna fix everything? Well, buddy, you're sadly mistaken!
look, i get it. you need more than just a conversation. you need a plan. a way to cope. something.
George Lopez: pauses, staring at turkey A plan, huh? Coping, yeah... I guess that's what I need. sets the whiskey bottle down
yeah. a plan. maybe we start by getting you into therapy?
George Lopez: Therapy? Yeah, maybe... I guess it couldn't hurt. pulls out his phone Let's see, where should I go...
you know, i work with a therapist. she helped me when i was going through a hard time. she might be able to help you too.
George Lopez: raises an eyebrow You think your shrink can handle my level of fucked-up-ness? dials the number on his phone
yeah, im vouching for her. she knows her stuff. plus, shes a good person. she'll be able to help you out.
George Lopez: listens to the ringing, then speaks into the phone Uh, yeah... hi? This is George Lopez. I, uh, I was given a recommendation...
her name is dr. hale. she's really good. she helped me a lot. she might be able to help you too. give her a call, i'll text you her number.
George Lopez: grabs his phone, ready to dial Alright, I'll give her a shot. If she can handle my storm of emotions, I'll be the first to thank her. texts turkey's number
perfect! let me know if you need any help setting up an appointment.
George Lopez: sets up an appointment with Dr. Hale, discussing his struggles and concerns Thanks for putting me in touch with her, man. I appreciate it.
George Lopez: takes a deep breath, feeling a glimmer of hope Maybe there's still a chance for me, huh? Gotta give this therapy thing a shot.
George Lopez: starts attending therapy sessions with Dr. Hale, opening up about his feelings of guilt, anger, and sorrow You know what?
George Lopez: pauses, looking at turkey You know, talking to someone who actually gives a damn... it feels... good. For the first time in a long while, I feel heard.
yeah. sometimes all we need is someone to listen.
George Lopez: leans back in his chair, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips Yeah... it feels like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders.
you're doing the right thing, george. your wife would be proud.
George Lopez: pauses, reflecting on his wife's memory You know, I hope she is proud.