Episode #6: Overcoming Trauma #6: Golf widows

Jan,11 2026

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We got confirmation of the problem: a leak in one of the pipes for the heat pump. Finding that leak and fixing it, however, are another story. We had an appointment... in 2 weeks for a complete review.

As such, we had to turn off the AC, which only made my little nudist girl happier and sort of forced her brother to follow suit.

In the house, I traded my usual clothes for more lightweight ones, and my husband switched to mainly wearing boxers.

Friday night, it was so hot in the bedroom that once my husband was asleep, I removed my pajama top to try and sweat a little less. It worked in a limited fashion, but John was happy to find me topless in the morning.

"Don't get used to it", I said as I put on a sundress before leaving the bedroom.

He had to get up early for once, as he has an early tee time with Patrick.

Seeing my husband put a ton of sunscreen on his whole body filled me with a strange sensation.

I do find him attractive, but I think I feel like I will lose something by him playing golf nude with our friend. A sort of exclusivity or something.

He is a nervous ball of wreck. This is something he would have never thought of doing just a few days ago, but now, he was starting to feel confident that perhaps, maybe, it could help him.

His last shared nudity with men ended in abuse. Today, hopefully, would rehabilitate that in his mind.

I had my doubts. Surely, it can't be that simple.

Could naturism really be a solution and not just a weird, exotic lifestyle? Give me a break.

He still wore adequate golf clothes, for some reason. Perhaps to get himself into the mood? He grabbed his bag, and after kissing me goodbye, left me with our two new nudist kids.

Fun. I would be in the minority.

But the day was only starting.

When Sarah came over for breakfast, she told me that Cassie was on her way. Wonderful. 3 against 1.

Kyle soon joined her, wearing as little as he had the previous day, and was surprisingly more thirsty than hungry. He wanted more orange juice than usual, got more cereal than he normally takes, and barely touched his toast.

I guess that even nude, it was too hot for him. It sure was too hot for me. We got AC for a reason. Well, a heat pump, but in the summer, it's a central AC.

I did open the back window to let wind in, but that's when the problem revealed itself: there is no wind today.

Sigh.

The kids were barely done eating when the doorbell rang. I went to the door to find Nadia with Cassie.

"Hi Nadia"

"Hey, follow golf widow. I brought drinks; want to share them with me?" she says, showing a non-alcoholic sangria bottle.

"Come on in", I said, as both got inside.

I took the bottle, which was cold, and put it in the fridge, but as I turned toward my guest, I found that not only had her daughter undressed, but Nadia's sundress was now on the back of a chair, and she was sitting on a small towel she brought at the same chair.

I sit next to her.

"Does Patrick play a lot of golf?" I ask her, trying to keep it casual.

"About every 2 weeks. It's not so bad. John?"

"It varies. Sometimes every week, sometimes every month. But I am not counting company golf time; that's often during business hours"

"Wait, he gets paid to golf?" says Nadia, excited.

"Well, it's more complicated than that. He is paid an annual salary, regardless of hours, but his job is both to design new buildings and to meet clients to help make sales. Often, those meetings are around a round of golf for some weird reason"

"Wait, doesn't he design houses?"

"Well, yeah, but not exclusively. It's also office buildings and government buildings. His firm does plenty of various projects. But even the residential houses, most of the time, it's to a contractor for a new type of house model. He doesn't do many custom houses. There are more specialized firms for that"

"But he could"

"He could"

"Do you know if he designed any houses for the Clark Housing Contractor LLC?"

"Clark Housing... Let me think. I think he did, like, 7 designs for them, if I am not mistaken?"

"Holy shit, Patrick works for them right now. He might be putting the bricks on a project designed by John"

"It could be. He likes to use bricks as a design element."

"Patrick did the bricks for our house"

"They look good, but that model is usually aluminum siding, isn't it?"

"Yeah, he removed that and put bricks instead"

"It's nice"

"I see you put our curtain on the French doors", she says.

"Yeah. We get Amazon deliveries, and, well, with our little ones running around in the buff, it's a great addition. Thank you again"

"My pleasure. I see your son easily took to it."

"Yeah, our AC is busted, so it's too warm"

"Oh, I feel comfortable enough. We barely use our AC at home"

"I bet"

"So, I think you are a nurse at the local ER?"

"Yeah, I mostly work in the trauma room", I say.

"Did you have shorter hair, like 2 years ago?"

"I did"

"And you worked there, right?"

"I did, why?"

"Holy crap. I think I met you then"

"You did?"

"My father. He was a carpenter. He fell from a scaffolding and opened his femoral artery. They rushed him to the trauma room, and I saw a nurse, I think it was you, literally holding the artery in her hands, filled with blood, as the surgeon was trying to do something"

"Did he succeed?" I ask.

"No, he lost too much blood. But I was with him when he died. And you, I suppose. You offered me your condolences, and I felt that it hit you hard"

"It always does", I admit.

"You don't remember that?"

"Oh, Nadia. For you, it was one of your most traumatic memories. It's when you lost your father. You saw blood everywhere, him trying and failing to hold on. And a depressing ending. But once I was done, I went into the shower, changed my scrubs, and had to handle perhaps a gunshot victim or a cardiac arrest. I am sorry. After a while, most of the trauma patients fade in with each other. "

"I understand"

"All I can tell you is that I did my best, and I thought that the surgeon did his best. That is for sure"

"Why?"

"Because those we lose due to a mistake, I remember those. Because once the family is gone, the inquiries begin, and answers have to be given. If I don't remember your father, it's because we really did all we could"

"Thank you for that. I often ask myself if another hospital or another doctor"

"Can I be blunt, Nadia?"

"Always"

"Most patients who come into the trauma room are already dead when we get them. The work we do is that we try to steal these patients from God. We are trying to undo their death, and there is only a limited number of miracles we can do. "

"I get that. But surely, God wants you to succeed, no?"

"In the ER, sure. But in that little room, it's a head-to-head fight against the almighty. We turn to him and tell him, Please, let us give that poor patient another day."

"Are you a Christian, Elena?"

"I used to be. I am. It's complicated. I don't go to church anymore. My mother used the church as justification for hate"

"I can certainly understand that. I am a Christian. I pray a lot. And I think that on that day, God must have had a reason to take my father away. You all did your best but had no chance against the lord"

"It could be. All we can do is our best. But can I ask a question?"

"Sure"

"How is, well, this", I say, pointing to her. "Compatible with naturism?"

"Oh, it is very compatible. We joined, Patrick and I, and my late father and my mother did too, a branch of Christianity called Christian Naturism"

I laugh a little. "Christian Naturism?"

"Yes. God made us in his image, and it's the shame of eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge that made us decide to wear clothes. Christian Naturism is about returning to a world without shame. Without sin, in a way. To bring the world closer to God."

"But you wear clothes to church, no, if you still go to church?"

"I don't. The nearby naturism center has a chapel where we go to church almost every Sunday morning."

"Which denomination?"

"Christian Naturism... it's like, it's own thing. I think it's local? I know a few naturist resorts have them. Maybe you can come tomorrow? It might help you find an open-minded pastor"

"I am not going nude to church"

She laughs. "It's clothing optional for the service. Don't worry. It might help John"

"John is an atheist"

"Then it might really help John", she says.

This is the basic attitude of Christians, which I find annoying. I can use the third person because I barely see myself as a Christian today.

To them, more Christianity is the answer to every problem.

"It's only a 9 hole", she says, taking me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"The golf course. It's the same resort as the chapel, and they only have 9 holes. If you want to take that sangria, now would be the time"

"Right"

I look and find our daughters on the floor of the living room, still working on Captain Toad.

Kyle was looking in, sometimes offering suggestions.

I returned with two glasses and her bottle.

I served them, and we toasted to our friendship. It was her suggestion.

It tasted good. I told her.

"Thanks, we don't drink alcohol. We try to be real, you know?" Nadia says.

"Oh, well, I don't drink a lot either. It makes me tired."

We drank a little, and she made a horrible offer.

"Why don't we join them? I mean, so we can hang out with our husbands when they are done with golfing, and our kids can swim in the pool."

"At a naturist resort"

"Why not? The day is beautiful, I have more than enough sunscreen in my car, and the restaurant makes this chicken Caesar salad to die for. You could keep your sundress. Well, nudity is mandatory in the pool, so just stay out of the water."

Is she serious? Go somewhere where everyone around me would be nude?

On the other hand, everyone around me is nude in my house. Right now. And I feel fine. At least, I would be with my husband.

Why am I even considering this? And I know it's not the sangria talking; it's non-alcoholic.

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