The well kept suburban living room was deathly silent for several minutes. Elizabeth and Robbie next to each other sat on the couch, both women suffering in silence as they tried to process what this bombshell meant to them.
They had been married for nearly twelve years, and had been a couple for fifteen. What was life going to be like now?
"Can I at least stay until New Years Day?" Robbie asked quietly, hurt present in her voice.
"Sure" Elizabeth said, hurt also present in her voice. "The kids deserves to have one more happy holiday before we tell them."
"You broke my heart, you know", she added a moment later.
"Yeah."
"Why? Why did you cheat on me so many times?"
"I don't know" Robbie said. "This body, becoming a lesbian, I think that it changed my personality."
Robbie's voice sounded lifeless, like she had just returned from a funeral or a war.
"I say this in the most loving way possible, but you need more than what I can give you. You need therapy."
"So do you."
"That's beside the point."
Another minute of silence passed by.
"You know, one thing that really bothered me was that you were like super hot for one day, and the next day you went back to being yourself. Not that you're not hot still, but you know what I mean. It was great some of the time because I have milf fantasies...but I dunno, I thought that we could have had a fresh start together."
"My body, my decision" Elizabeth said icily. Then her voice became more gentle as she saw how sad Robbie was. "Look, sometimes I regret it too. Do you think I don't want to be twenty two again sometimes? But it just felt wrong to me. I was scared. So were you. Nobody knew what the fuck was going on."
Robbie finished her hot chocolate.
"We used to be the perfect couple. Nobody believed we would make it, but we did, and it made me so happy. Now we're just a couple of clinically depressed lesbians. Why does life have to be this way?"