Where the path leads (Josesf67 & FLN)
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				Title: <strong>Where the path leads (Josesf67 &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>06-10-2009, 18:09:16</strong>
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				It had been a long day, actually Katherine would have said it had been a long year, but today seemed especially trying. She sat at the large oak desk in her office when she glanced down at the clock, it was well after eight in the evening but as tired as she was, she couldn't muster up the energy to go home. Thoughtfully she glanced down at the picture on her desk of her wedding day, things hadn't always been so strained, she remembered when they were happy, hopeful, before ugly realities took over and dreams slipped away.<br><br>She would never forget the first time she'd met Grant, he was already making a name for himself in the law firm she was clerking in and she'd been assigned to his department. Katherine had never believed in love at first sight, she had been too practical to be a romantic dreamer, but the moment she'd seen him, he'd taken her breath away. It wasn't so much his physique that got her attention, though she did appreciate it, it was his eyes. He had the bluest eyes she'd ever seen that seemed to change like the ocean. They could be pale and soft as a sunny day or dark and cold as a vicious storm. He had a mind that she both respected and admired, and a sense of humor that kept her laughing.<br><br>They had married a year after she'd passed the bar exam, he had wanted to much sooner, but she needed to focus all her attention on her career and he'd been patient and even helpful. She had everything planned out, Katherine always had everything planned out, she got a job with a corporate firm, they got married, in three years they would start a family, though they wouldn't have more than two children and they would be happy. They tried schedules, fertility treatments, if it was out there they tried it, but it seemed that children weren't in the cards for them, and Katherine had lost her desire to try to adopt. If she had to look back on it, that was the point in their marriage where things started to change.<br><br>It was over a decade later now she realized as she put the picture down, over a decade later and all her tidy neat plans had gone out the window. Her career had become her baby and her husband was often the afterthought. She still loved him, she loved him so much it hurt, but somewhere along the way she'd lost respect for him and somewhere along the way he'd stopped showing his spark of fire that had originally drawn her in. It was in the little things, the way they spoke to each other in front of their friends, the way she worked late like tonight and didn't bother to call home, the way he deferred to her in almost everything. She was positive that he held on to the beard he'd grown simply to spite her for she had always loved his face clean shaven. When had they become so petty?<br><br>Their wedding anniversary was approaching soon and they had both planned to take several weeks vacation time, though they'd made no plans. When her cell phone rang and she saw the display was home calling, she turned it to vibrate, she'd be home when she was home. She was certain he'd want to talk again about both of them going into practice for themselves, it would mean less hours, less corporate stress to deal with, they had talked about it years before when they'd first gotten together, and she couldn't imagine it. With a sigh she shut down her computer and locked up her desk before heading home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where the path leads (Josesf67 &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>josefk67</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 18:43:20</strong>
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				He knew she would simply ignore his call, but he had to try. As Grant dialled Katherine's number, he hoped against hope that she would pick up, give just the slightest hint that she acknowledged his concern...but it ran simply to her voicemail and he hung up. He tossed his phone onto the sofa and wandered into the kitchen to pour himself another glass of white wine. He knew he was drinking more than he should, but at the moment it felt like the best way of softening the disquiet and irritation that was growing within him.<br><br>It had all been so different, so hopeful, when he had met Katherine and fallen head over heels with her almost the first moment he had met her. Her long hair, her eyes which sparkled with intelligence and humour, with a dash of irreverence blended in, her soft voice which carried so much weight for its gentleness...but most of all, it had been her hands. As they had shaken hands, he had felt the softness, the smoothness of her skin, been captivated by the long elegant fingers. In truth, everything about her had made it impossible for him to get her out of his mind. When Katherine had been assigned to his department, he had made sure to take her under his wing, to guide her, although in reality she did not need much guidance. She was a very able lawyer and it showed very quickly to all and sundry. Grant took great pride in her ability, and her success, and was happy to wait for her to qualify before pressing her to marry him. He had always hoped that she saw him as supportive, rather than controlling, but now he wasn't so sure. He wondered if Katherine had come to resent him in some way, for having made his name first. He had been delighted when she had got her new job, but he wasn't sure now if somehow he had unwittingly stoked a kind of competitiveness between them. He had never knowingly resented her success, but perhaps deep down he had been a little envious of the opportunities which had come her way. <br><br>He knew that things would have been different if they had managed to have kids. He had always wanted them, and so had been eager for them to pursue all avenues before giving up. IVF had been hard, even humiliating for Katherine - to be treated like a pin cushion, with blood tests, drugs, and it had made her miserable at times. His heart had gone out to her for all that she had endured, and it made him feel so guilty that she had borne the physical brunt of the process, even if they had both endured the mental and emotional turmoil in equal measure...but they had talked about it at length. It was what they had both wanted, both agreed. <br><br>When it had failed, Katherine had initially become withdrawn and they had barely spoken of it. Grant was keen to go down the adoption route, but when Katherine seemed to have regained her spirit, she threw herself into work and children were never mentioned again. Grant ached, hurt deeply...and had become withdrawn himself. He realised he still felt a sense of guilt, as irrational and illogical as it was to feel that way, and as a result had more or less given up trying to suggest things in their life. He had grown use to acquiescing in almost every decision, not wanting to upset Katherine...and that had become the norm. He felt sure she despised him for this, but it was hard to break through the barrier that seemed to have grown between them. It was easier simply to co-exist than to resolve the problem. Until....<br><br>...the moment when he had received a dividend from his law firm and realised that what he wanted was to set up in business for himself and Katherine together, to regain something of life that had been lost to working for others and doing their bidding all the time. It also felt like the last throw of the dice for him and Katherine, to find some common ground again. To <em>see </em> each other again...But she prevaricated, sidestepped the discussion, stayed at her office as if to prove that she was too busy, too successful where she was to countenance such a radical change. He had got so used to deferring to her that that seemed to be that.<br><br>But something had changed in Grant. This was no longer acceptable...and he had begun reading the kinds of literature, frequenting the kinds of websites that he had never dreamt of engaging with before. And slowly a plan came to mind of how to change the path they had been on for too long. They had a vacation coming up, and he had started to draw his plans...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Where the path leads (Josesf67 &amp; FLN)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 16:11:54</strong>
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				Pulling into the driveway, Katherine thought about the house that they lived in. She remembered the day they'd bought it. She had just started out in her career, he was settled in his but still rising through the ranks as it were. She remembered thinking they would have to put their souls on the line to get the mortgage to buy it, but it was an investment in their future. There were a lot of lean years at the start, everything they had was tied up in that house but a few years later and a few salary bumps later and they were no longer in the hole, but putting away a good amount to savings. <br><br>Katherine loved this house the moment she'd laid eyes on it. It was a two story colonial sitting on an acre of land. It had a large pool and deck in the backyard and the front had a garden she'd worked on every weekend until it was perfect. There were five bedrooms that she thought she'd fill with a family, now they had their bedroom, an office each and a guest bedroom or two. More nights than not, she worked in her home office until it was so late she slept on the small couch she had in there. She knew it galled Grant to no end, but she didn't know what he expected from her anymore. At least if he had voiced his opinions on it, yelled, started a fight, maybe they could have aired some of this out, but he was always so quiet, took everything she gave him and never pushed back, well she was doing the best she could.<br><br>She walked into the house and put her briefcase by the door. In the kitchen she saw the half empty bottle of wine out on the counter and shook her head as she closed it and put it away getting more than a little angry when she saw the label. It was one&nbsp; thing if he wanted to drink himself to sleep every night, but they had spent years cultivating a wine collection to be proud of and now he was drinking it instead of the wine they kept for company?&nbsp; She eventually found him in the den reading, maybe it was work, she wasn't sure, she didn't really care. <br><br>"Is it really too much to ask that you not drink the wine from the cellar? As much as you drink of it , its not as if you're tasting it anyway"
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