Episode XII: The Consequences
Jennifer managed to quickly return home from the Goth Manor. Lucy was sleeping in her bed while John was still at work. She was relieved and got to her bed. John returned not much later.
Before the dawn, Alexander Goth appeared in front of their house bringing a huge bouquet of flowers – a romantic gift for Jennifer who was supposed to find it before going to work. What could possibly go wrong?
One thing certainly did go wrong: John woke up first.
He wasn't happy to find the bouquet and the accompanying love letter.
Jennifer knew she deserved it. Still, she was heartbroken when John took Lucy and moved out.
Jennifer was devastated. She was often crying and even stopped caring what she eats.
No wonder then that she got food poisoning.
The only thing that could make her feel slightly better was playing The Sims. Relatable.
Jennifer: Damn, I really need to see the doctor...
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Disloyal wife - 5 unbelievable reasons why married women cheat their husbands
Disloyal wife – 5 unbelievable reasons why married women cheat their husbands
You will be stunned by the unbelievable reasons behind the cheating of a disloyal wife.
Long ago, cheating in marriage was associated with men. It was always assumed that women were the silent sufferers, who had to endure the consistent cheating of their husbands.
But in this modern world, the situation has completely changed. It is because married women, cheat as bad as married men. It is…
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From Smelly to Maybe, Sorta Swoon-Worthy… If You Squint
Let’s back things up a bit, shall we?
In my last post, I described meeting Declan on my first day at Work Co. and that our initial meeting hadn’t exactly thrilled me. But then I went on, admittedly without much context, to admit that not only had my feelings about him changed, they’d manage to escalate from “meh” to “holy shit, why haven’t we made out yet?”
So, what happened? How did Declan, the scrubby, slightly smelly man manage to burrow his way under my skin and stay there, rearranging my thoughts and feelings toward him until I actually began to find him desirable?
Maybe it would help to discuss who Declan is.
Declan is a divisive person. And by that I mean you either grow to love him or you don’t and he annoys the everloving fuck out of you. I think most of his fans and/or nemeses around the office would agree with me on that.
He is opinionated and stubborn. He likes to interrupt meetings to tell awful dad jokes. He has a tendency to hog the conversation and his short temper has been known to flare up with people he doesn’t like.
Sounds like a dream, right?
Except that’s not all of Declan. He’s also an incredible listener. He has a knack for remembering small details that make people feel seen and special. His sense of humor, barring the dad jokes, is infectious and he has the ability to brighten the mood in a room just by entering and engaging with the people therein.
Burning It All Down
I remember the moment I realized my feelings for Declan had taken a turn.
I had come out of a meeting with another department and was in a funk. I needed to vent, so I messaged the one person I knew would immediately leap to my defense.
Sure enough, I’d barely gotten the words, “That fucking meeting,” out of my mouth, before Declan leaned in toward his camera with a sly grin and whispered conspiratorially, “Is today the day we burn it all down?”
I laughed, mood instantly lightened and feeling as though a small bubble of joy or something like it was swelling inside of me.
As we continued talking, that bubble kept growing. It felt warm and comfortable and eventually the feeling flooded through my system. It was more than the euphoric “these are my people,” feeling I associate with realizing you’re truly clicking with someone. It was more than that.
It took about five minutes after our call had ended to realize what it was: the beginning of a crush.
Declan had already gone from being my co-worker who I liked, but who also got on my nerves (more on that another time), to being a treasured friend. And now he’d gone from being a friend to something more.
He’d done it by giving me almost exactly what I wanted.
I had wanted a work friend. Someone who listened, someone to share inside jokes with and someone to go out for lunch with on Fridays.
I wanted someone who would always see the best in me and who’d cheer me on as I faced down challenges. Words of affirmation have always been my love language.
I wanted someone who I could trust. Someone to whom I could confess my professional insecurities or to whom I could safely rant about how Barb in Sales was a truly heinous bitch. Someone who, when I was struggling, was always on my side, ready to come out swinging on my behalf.
And Declan was all that. He is all that.
Is it any wonder I fell for him?
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Boissieu had picked up a little gossip concerning Mrs Jones and the Governor's much-disliked brother-in-law, Henry Dumaresq:
The story that nobody contradicts goes that Mr Jones was warned by his sister that every time he went to the bank, of which he is one of the directors and where he was forced to stay several hours, Colonel Dumaresq, then a single man, went to his wife's house . . . he came back and caught them . . . there is no doubt about it. And furthermore had a great wish to be and to appear amiable. These ladies do not speak French at all.*
* Le seul négociant chez lequel nous ayons été reçu souvent et qui nous ait donné des bals est Mr Jones. C'est un des plus riches de la colonie et il s'est attaché à l'aristocratie – on le dit très honnête homme et d'une grand capacité pour les affaires – c'est surtout par la pêche de la baleine qu'il a fait sa fortune qu'il ne doit qu'à lui seul, étant venu dans la colonie comme simple écrivain – il appartient à une classe inférieure de la société ainsi que sa femme, fille d'une fruitière de Londres qu'il a fait élever avant de l'épouser. Celle-ci est encore jolie est aussi une belle femme. La chronique que personne ne contredit raconte que Mr Jones, prévenu par sa sœur que toutes les fois qu'il s'absentait pour aller à la banque dont il est un des directeurs & où il était obligé de rester plusieurs heures Le colonel Dumaresq alors garçon entrait chez sa femme, revint et les surprit . . . pas moyen d'en douter – du reste grand désir d'être et de paraître aimable. Ces dames ne parlent pas du tout français . . .
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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