The sad part is the second half is right and the group is usually comprised of our friends and family. You know, the people who know us best and won't...put up with our crap."Esmi calls it ATLANTA syndrome."Brock shrugged. He wondered if it had something to do with being traded to the Braves or something to do with the city."Acting Totally Like A Non-Thinking A-hole," Al said with a laugh.Brock joined him."I guess I've been suffering from ATLANTA syndrome for the past couple of months then," he. Ofcourse I agreed to keep his secret. It was the right thing to do. He was visibly shaken. I told him to go change in to his own clothes andI'd take him out to calm him down. After he changed we went out to grabsome burgers and to hopefully chill him out. Plus, I had questions too.The typical stuff. Was he gay? He said he didn't know. How long had hebeen doing this? He was 18 now and he said he started around 12. Heactually used Colleen's clothes because they were the sexiest between his2. But I learned many years ago ... If you find out what you love to do ... be it writing, gardening, working with cars, looking after horses, teaching, being a mum and a home-maker ... It doesn’t matter what ... The most important thing is, it MUST be something you sincerely love what you do ... Money becomes secondary and the universe always provides us with exactly what we need ... It’s hard to explain, but all I know is, it works... ! Does your husband like what he does... ?“Of course ... he. " And you've been here the whole time?" Yes."I gulped. "As in, right here on the bed watching me?" No. As I said, I came to check on you. You were moaning. Did you know, you talk in your sleep?"I closed my eyes for a moment. Oh, God."It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Holly. It's quite endearing."When I returned my gaze to his face, there was that prize-winning smile again. I started to sit up, struggling to wrap one of the blankets around my body. "I-I need to go. My mom is waiting on me.".