Post by Lt. Commander Travis Rousseau on Jun 19, 2013 13:09:37 GMT -8
After getting Allison settled into bed, which didn't take long at all, Travis returned to his bedroom with Lizzie and began unpacking their things. He didn't speak, but work quietly, his thoughts on the next item on his to-do list and not on the present moment. It was only when he looked at his wife did he feel a bit down. She hadn't spoken either. Perhaps she was waiting for him to say something.
"Not much has changed," he said talking about their quarters. The only real difference was that there was an extra room for Allison. Everything else was just as they left it five years ago. So much time had passed since then. While their room had stayed the same, their relationship was certainly different. Gone were those times where they would spend hours chatting with each other and talking about their day. He wanted to talk to Lizzie, to be close, to comfort her, but she wasn't the same woman that he had married. And he definitely wasn't the same man.
He sat on the side of their bed and looked up at her. What should he say? She he leave and say nothing at all. He did have work to complete. Would that be considered running away? He wouldn't leave...not unless she wanted him to.
"What are we doing here?" He asked. He didn't expect an answer. He wasn't even sure there was one. But he needed to get some of his frustrations out. He brought his family on this voyage so that they would be close, but something told him that Lizzie didn't want to be here. It was just a feeling. There was no real evidence. She smiled and spoke when spoken to...acted the part of the perfect wife.
Maybe it was his insecurities that was the problem. Or maybe he had something to be worried about.
Tag: Lizzie
"Not much has changed," he said talking about their quarters. The only real difference was that there was an extra room for Allison. Everything else was just as they left it five years ago. So much time had passed since then. While their room had stayed the same, their relationship was certainly different. Gone were those times where they would spend hours chatting with each other and talking about their day. He wanted to talk to Lizzie, to be close, to comfort her, but she wasn't the same woman that he had married. And he definitely wasn't the same man.
He sat on the side of their bed and looked up at her. What should he say? She he leave and say nothing at all. He did have work to complete. Would that be considered running away? He wouldn't leave...not unless she wanted him to.
"What are we doing here?" He asked. He didn't expect an answer. He wasn't even sure there was one. But he needed to get some of his frustrations out. He brought his family on this voyage so that they would be close, but something told him that Lizzie didn't want to be here. It was just a feeling. There was no real evidence. She smiled and spoke when spoken to...acted the part of the perfect wife.
Maybe it was his insecurities that was the problem. Or maybe he had something to be worried about.
Tag: Lizzie