| "Do We Ever Really Know" "God Kim I wrote this for you, I wrote this whole thing for you, inspired by you and our love. And all you can say is that's nice, or how sweet, or more of that blathering nonsense you call complimentary?" He asked plantively. "Well God James, what do you want me to say? Huh? That it's a God damned work of William Shakespeare? It's pretty! I like it, I think it's beautiful. I just don't see how it reflects us at all! The woman was this glowing heroin; it's flattering that you see me like that, but for fucks sake! How can you jump down my throat for giving you some constructive criticisms before you even told me it was supposed to be this monumental epic to out love? You're a writer, you usually put your projects in front of me and ask me to pick them apart for you, and that's what I was doing." Kim replied hurt. "But couldn't you tell this was different, that it was special? I put it before you as a present on our fourth anniversary. I've been working on this for two years! And you tear it apart ten times more than any of the other books!" James spat. "I thought it was a new genre you were trying. If you had planned anything else on our fourth anniversary besides making dinner, and handing me this without a word about what it was supposed to be, maybe I would have seen it that way too! I am sorry I hurt you by giving you my unbiased opinion!" She was crying now, this had been going on for the better part of an hour. She knew when she married him that it would be difficult being married to a writer. They were tempramental when things weren't going well in there plots. But what was she supposed to do she married a science fiction writer not a Nobel Prize winning non-fiction author. They portrayed Truth but twisted it so it was wild and fantastic. It hurt her that she knew so little about what he thought of her. So high he had put her on a pedestal in that book. She had always thought, he saw her as a normal average person with faults, that he just happened to be in love with. She had been wrong... Does anyone ever really know what someone thinks about them? She wondered in a small space of her mind, as he stormed out the door, all thought was lost to anger and grief. |
| Writings |
| copyright:Julie Rodgers |
| i am moved to wanting with a simple command from You, Let me not hunger for the sight and sound of You, Open Yourself to me, and let me run my hands across Your skin, Let this thing be true and completely purged from sin, Let me know this one thing, are You being true to me? Are You being as honest as You can be, or hurting me where I can't see? By: J.A. Rodgers |
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