Author: planet p PM
David thinks about the reality of his relationship with Jenny and how, perhaps, he'd been seeing her differently from the person that she really was. David/JennyRated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Words: 613 - Published: 09-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6289026
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Indifferent by planet p
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David sat back in the chair behind his desk in his study with a heavy sigh; he was tired but he had much still to do.
He had started off life as a school teacher, coming from a family of miners, and had taught the children of miners, but he had been drawn towards a career, not just an occupation, more than that, he'd been drawn towards a role where he imagined he might make a difference, and that had meant politics.
Today, he was an MP, and married to a beautiful woman, Jenny. Thinking about his wife, he realised that Jenny and he were, perhaps, was somewhat ill-suited for one another, though he cared for her greatly. Jenny craved social status, whilst his motivations were much different from her own which often led to him feeling frustration at his wife's attitude towards the life they led and the lives of others in their community.
As a younger man, he'd aspired to help his people, but Jenny had drifted away from these same people and considered herself separate from them; where he felt good when he could help, Jenny didn't feel the same thing. She felt good when people liked her, when she was seen to be a person of importance, a person of influence, and when other people looked up to her. When people looked to him as someone to trust, someone who they believed could and would help, and when he could do that, that was when he felt good.
As a younger man, he'd perhaps been drawn to Jenny because of her certainty of her role in life, because she'd been happy about being who she was, and he'd been happy letting her be that person. It had worried him, then, but nowadays, he realised that though they'd married and spent years together, he'd been ignoring who she really was underneath because it was easier that way, less taxing on him that way. Nowadays, he felt as though Jenny should be more, should aspire to more, to do more, to feel more for her community, but that wasn't fair because all along he'd ignored the truth of who she really was, and now he suddenly expected so much more, was hurt that there wasn't more, when really it was his fault as much as it was Jenny's.
With a heavy sigh, he began to wonder if Jenny was happy with him, if Jenny was happy with him being her husband. He was vocal and stood up when he needed to, he went out and met people hoping to be able to find out how to make circumstances better for them and how he can represent them better to make that happen. Did Jenny agree with what he did, what he stood for, or was it just the lifestyle she craved and all the rest she could ignore?
It had begun to worry him.
Mentally shaking himself from his increasingly troubling thoughts, he got stuck back into work. Outside, the sky was beginning to dark. He briefly wondered what tomorrow would bring; he hope the weather was good. Perhaps he'd be able to convince Jenny to accompany him on a quiet, private picnic lunch out in the countryside. A relaxing afternoon in the country would be just the thing he needed; it would help to take a load of stress off his shoulders, and, he hoped, it would help Jenny and he reconnect with one another.