Anne Catherine Walker (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freshoffthefarm) wrote2011-02-27 02:15 pm
freshoffthefarm) wrote2011-02-27 02:15 pm
Entry tags:
[POST] ... Manderly at Christmas
The drive to Manderly was, as always, relaxing and calm. It put her in the right mind frame for the upcoming holiday and as they passed other houses on their way out of town, she felt herself get more and more into the spirit of Christmas.
Over the previous days, she'd gotten her hair dyed back to it's normal blonde color; she hadn't wanted to see her sister or the rest of her family without doing the equivalent of fixing herself -- at least as much as she could. And though the physical things she had done a good job of repairing, the emotional things she'd had a harder time with.
Sleeping in the same bed had become easier, though she'd still woken up on the living room couch and once in her own study. He hadn't said anything, though she always woke up with a blanket she hadn't gone to sleep with. Sex hadn't resumed quite yet and she felt a little anxious. As though he was worried about her and just hadn't said anything.
It was her sincere hope that she would be able to overcome her anxiety during their last night alone before company arrived. She desperately wanted to feel close to him, as if she finally belonged in their marriage again instead of like an outsider still.
As they pulled up, she gave the house a nostalgic smile. "I am so sorry I missed the entire summer here."
Over the previous days, she'd gotten her hair dyed back to it's normal blonde color; she hadn't wanted to see her sister or the rest of her family without doing the equivalent of fixing herself -- at least as much as she could. And though the physical things she had done a good job of repairing, the emotional things she'd had a harder time with.
Sleeping in the same bed had become easier, though she'd still woken up on the living room couch and once in her own study. He hadn't said anything, though she always woke up with a blanket she hadn't gone to sleep with. Sex hadn't resumed quite yet and she felt a little anxious. As though he was worried about her and just hadn't said anything.
It was her sincere hope that she would be able to overcome her anxiety during their last night alone before company arrived. She desperately wanted to feel close to him, as if she finally belonged in their marriage again instead of like an outsider still.
As they pulled up, she gave the house a nostalgic smile. "I am so sorry I missed the entire summer here."