Talk about a time you realized that someone close to you was not the person you thought you knew.
I'm not entirely sure how to answer this. Initially, I felt as though I should be talking about my husband. John makes this an easy idea to respond to, although using my relationship with him for this topic feels a little off.
Our first six years of marriage have been filled with mutual lies and miscommunications. If John and I could help it, we always avoided the truth. Our jobs don't allow us the luxury of honesty. We entered in to our relationship banking on being able to tell partial truths without being discovered. Then everything started to build up, and the man I thought I knew- the one I'd met in Columbia- practically vanished.
The less I recognized as familiar in John, the more I let myself fall into my cover. Eventually we both gave up on being ourselves.
That is, until we found each other out.
I won't get into the things we tried to do to each other. If you've ever been in a serious relationship and were seemingly betrayed by your partner it's simple to understand.Think about the first violent act you wanted them to endure.
It's highly likely that one of us attempted it during our separation period.
Being apart did us a lot of good. We found out each other's strengths, weaknesses, and possibly a dirty little secret or six. There were plenty of things I didn't know about my husband up until that point.
Not knowing about certain qualities isn't the same thing as not knowing him. John is the same man I met in Columbia. He's not the lie, like me he played a part. Deep down, I've known him all along. I couldn't find him for a while, he couldn't find me, our associates became frustrated...He's still John. I'm still Jane.
We require a little gunfire therapy on occassion, but we're no different than any other couple.
Crazy about each other, crazy because of each other.
Muse: Jane Smith
Fandom: Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Word Count: 325
Our first six years of marriage have been filled with mutual lies and miscommunications. If John and I could help it, we always avoided the truth. Our jobs don't allow us the luxury of honesty. We entered in to our relationship banking on being able to tell partial truths without being discovered. Then everything started to build up, and the man I thought I knew- the one I'd met in Columbia- practically vanished.
The less I recognized as familiar in John, the more I let myself fall into my cover. Eventually we both gave up on being ourselves.
That is, until we found each other out.
I won't get into the things we tried to do to each other. If you've ever been in a serious relationship and were seemingly betrayed by your partner it's simple to understand.Think about the first violent act you wanted them to endure.
It's highly likely that one of us attempted it during our separation period.
Being apart did us a lot of good. We found out each other's strengths, weaknesses, and possibly a dirty little secret or six. There were plenty of things I didn't know about my husband up until that point.
Not knowing about certain qualities isn't the same thing as not knowing him. John is the same man I met in Columbia. He's not the lie, like me he played a part. Deep down, I've known him all along. I couldn't find him for a while, he couldn't find me, our associates became frustrated...He's still John. I'm still Jane.
We require a little gunfire therapy on occassion, but we're no different than any other couple.
Crazy about each other, crazy because of each other.
Muse: Jane Smith
Fandom: Mr. & Mrs. Smith
Word Count: 325