All Chapters of Goalie: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The click of the door closing behind us sounds unusually loud compared to the silence between us. It was another hard day of therapy, and we're both emotionally spent.Anne had us all write a letter to our spouse and then read it to each other. In the letter, we had to apologize for our part in the downfall of our relationship. Then we had to outline what we're going to do different from now on, and how. The hardest part, though… the hardest part was having to write what behaviors I will and won't accept from Mari.That one pretty much stumped me. It would be one thing if she was anything other than perfect. The only thing that I could come up with is I want her to focus on herself more. Her entire life has been about giving, and I want her to allow herself to receive more. To accept compliments and believe me when I say she's beautiful. She struggles with that. She always has. And I made it substantially worse."Um, I'm gonna jump in the shower." She takes off her shoes and slips her

"OOMPH!"The sheer force of my entire body meeting the ground causes me to forget everything else outside of this moment of pain."Again!" I yell and take my position back on my knees and Daniel lobs kick after kick at me. Trying to block shots from the position is almost a guarantee that I'll end up with bruises up and down my body, but that's the point. Pain on the outside makes me forget about pain on the inside."OOOMPH! Again!""What the fuck, man?" Daniels yells back, as he sets up for another kick. "I can't pepper these at you that fast. There's no way you'll be ready. It's a waste of our time."I get in position, ignoring his concerns. "I said again!""Santos!" I look to the sidelines as Coach waves me over."Shit," I mutter under my breath, stumbling to my feet and trudging in his direction.It's been three weeks since Mariana dropped a bomb on the life I thought I was rebuilding, and obliterated it all. It goes without saying that things have been tense between us ever since.

"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm."The telltale sounds that my orgasm is imminent make their way out of my throat. I look down at the red head with her hand wrapped around my cock and feel disgusted with myself, but I'm too far gone to stop now. Besides, I'm divorced now. Who's stopping me?"Get ready," I say just as the base of my spine begins to tingle. I come hard. I come long. And strangely, I feel nothing when it's over.I look down again and see a playful look in the redhead's eyes. As she begins to climb her way up my body, I know what she's going to do, and Mari's words slam into my brain."It never occurred to you that you kissed these whores on the mouth, probably right after they got done sucking someone else's dick without a condom, did it?"As the redhead goes to kiss me, I turn away.She pulls back. "What's wrong?""Nothing."She pulls back even more to look at me. "Did I do something wrong?""Besides blowing some douchebag you just met that you'll probably never see again?"Her eyes wi

"Hey, how ya doing, Santos?""I'm doing okay, thanks."Shaking my therapist's hand, a genuine smile crosses my face. I've been seeing Justin for a couple of weeks now, and therapy hasn't been at all like I thought it would be.I envisioned a stuffy old man making me lay on a couch while he holds a clipboard and asks me about my mother. Justin, however, is anything but a stuffy old man. Just a couple years older than me, he comes to work wearing jeans and sneakers. He's got scruff on his face and doesn't even have a desk to sit behind. His office looks more like a living room with a couch and a couple recliners. The only indication it's a therapy office at all is the bookshelf full of reference material.We talk for a few minutes about my latest game and what the chances are we'll win the title this year. Turns out Justin isn't a fan of soccer, but he's been to an occasional game. Most people in Houston have, even if it's just to say they've gone.Quickly, the conversation turns to Mari

"Ooof!"My body hits the ground hard as I try to stop the ball. I miss and immediately pop back up to my feet, ready to attempt another block.I'm being peppered on all sides by balls during practice to keep my reflexes strong. It's effective, but damn, if it doesn't hurt after a while."Ooofffff!"I miss the block as Daniel bends the ball, making it sail right past me."Shit!" I yell and pound the grass with my hand before popping right back up again."Get your head in the game, Santos!" Coach yells from across the field.I wanna tell him I can't. That something doesn't feel right about this anymore, but I don't even know why that is anyway, so I shake my body out and get in position again.This time Rowen goes for the kick and the ball flies toward me. I know it's going to curve as soon as it gets close to me, and it does exactly that. I launch my body across the field and the ball glides right past my fingers."Fuck!" I yell as I hit the ground."Time!" Coach yells. "Hit the showers