Cuddy took her seat stiffly, still feeling tense and unsettled. Objectively she knew mental illness--well, any kind of illness really--put a strain on the family and friends of the patient. House didn't exist in a vacuum. Everything he did affected her, affected Wilson, his fellows. It was a ripple effect; every wave House caused spread around him. The waves that hit her weren't as strong as the ones he felt but they could still knock her off balance.
"I don't know," she said softly when Megan suggested a support group. The only person Cuddy could talk to was Wilson because he was the only one who knew where House was and what he was doing. She did talk to him, too, but they were both sort of fumbling around, unable to do more than simply provide an ear for each other.
"I mean, it's probably a good idea. I'm just not sure about having to make the round trip out here at night."
If the meeting didn't start until 7:30, it would likely be late when it got over. She'd be driving alone, every week more heavily pregnant and every week more tired. Making the effort to visit the hospital for House's sake was one thing. She intended to do her best to be there when he wanted her. Doing it for herself, though, didn't seem worth the effort.
"Could you give me the information? And I'll check around for something a little closer to home." She wasn't sure how much she'd get out of a support group. She tended to be fairly reserved with strangers. Not as much as House but she still wasn't one to go crying on any available shoulder. Still, if there was a chance it could help, if it could help her sort out her issues so she didn't have to drag them into her time with House, then it was worth giving it a shot.
She turned to face House then. "And don't start thinking this is your fault or that I'm blaming you. It's my choice to be with you. Right now, that means I'm also choosing to deal with this stuff. And the reality is, some days, I'm not going to deal well with it. That doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means I'm not as strong as I'd like to be."
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"I don't know," she said softly when Megan suggested a support group. The only person Cuddy could talk to was Wilson because he was the only one who knew where House was and what he was doing. She did talk to him, too, but they were both sort of fumbling around, unable to do more than simply provide an ear for each other.
"I mean, it's probably a good idea. I'm just not sure about having to make the round trip out here at night."
If the meeting didn't start until 7:30, it would likely be late when it got over. She'd be driving alone, every week more heavily pregnant and every week more tired. Making the effort to visit the hospital for House's sake was one thing. She intended to do her best to be there when he wanted her. Doing it for herself, though, didn't seem worth the effort.
"Could you give me the information? And I'll check around for something a little closer to home." She wasn't sure how much she'd get out of a support group. She tended to be fairly reserved with strangers. Not as much as House but she still wasn't one to go crying on any available shoulder. Still, if there was a chance it could help, if it could help her sort out her issues so she didn't have to drag them into her time with House, then it was worth giving it a shot.
She turned to face House then. "And don't start thinking this is your fault or that I'm blaming you. It's my choice to be with you. Right now, that means I'm also choosing to deal with this stuff. And the reality is, some days, I'm not going to deal well with it. That doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means I'm not as strong as I'd like to be."