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at your best, just like the rest of us will need to be. And if you and your wife really want to make this marriage work, then you can. You may just need some professional and spiritual intervention. And my wife and I are here to help you with that.”
    â€œI hope so,” Travis said, shaking his head in doubt.
    â€œCome on, let’s get those bags out of the car,” Phillip said.
    Phillip followed Travis to the early model Toyota Corolla. As Travis opened the back door, it creaked in need of oil. He pulled out a large duffle bag and a smaller travel bag, which he handed to Phillip. Then he retrieved two suitcases from the trunk.
    â€œThat’s it. Thanks, man,” Travis said.
    â€œNo problem.”
    Travis stalled, hesitant to return to the cabin. “About what just happened in there ... I’m really sorry about that display.”
    Phillip placed a firm hand on Travis’s back. “Look, what’s going on with you and your wife is real. This is not the place where you have to, or need to put up false pretences. So face it. It is what it is. Stop worrying about how you look this weekend or what anyone else is going to think. It isn’t about us or them, it’s about you and your wife.”
    Travis felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
    â€œBe real, be yourself. That’s the only way you’ll be able to help your family,” Phillip added.
    Travis sighed. “I’ll do anything it takes. I love my wife so much, and I don’t want to lose her.” It was true; he did love his wife, but just wished she would stop nagging him all the time, treating him like he was a kid or something.
    With a firm pat on Travis’s shoulder, Phillip said, “Why don’t you go inside and try to relax? It’ll probably get pretty intense around here soon enough. You don’t need to be worrying yourself tonight. Go get some rest. You’ll need it.”
    â€œI’ll try,” Travis said.
    Phillip led him back into the cabin and to his and his wife’s assigned room. Upon entering, Travis paused, looking at the separated twin beds on opposite walls of the room. “It doesn’t seem like this retreat really wants couples back together if they’ve got us sleeping in separate beds.”
    â€œActually, this cabin is used for various retreats. Not just for married couples. The beds can be pushed together.”
    â€œOh,” Travis said, knowing Beryl would probably welcome the idea of them having space away from each other.
    Phillip chuckled. “I was bemused by the separated beds the first time I came to this retreat too. The reverend that ran the retreat told me I’d be surprised by how many couples first come here welcoming the idea of not having to sleep in the same bed with their spouse.”
    â€œI’ll just bet my wife was glad to see the beds were apart,” Travis said under his breath. In the other room, Travis heard the women laughing and talking. He couldn’t think of anything funny at the moment.
    â€œWhy don’t I let you get settled,” Phillip suggested.
    Travis nodded his head. “Thanks again, man.”
    â€œNo problem,” Phillip said.
    After Phillip left, Travis commenced to unpack his duffle bag. He let out a huge moan when he realized he’d forgotten to pack socks and underwear. Actually, as he thought about it, it was Beryl’s fault he didn’t have any underwear. She normally packed his bag for him, but during one of her you-make-me-sick moments, she’d told him to pack his own stuff. So he had. And because of her, he didn’t have any extra underwear or socks.
    He shook his head in frustration. As soon as Beryl came into the room, he’d tell her what happened and she’d think of a solution—she always did. She’d probably packed some extra things for him anyway knowing he might forget something.
    Now that was funny. She was always trying to