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Shirley felt as if she were in some drama playing the ‘understanding’ wife. A character had no personality, no wants nor needs, just there to comfort and support the ‘star’; her husband Glen.
During their alone time it was a constant honeymoon. She could play along, and even drain joy from it. But in that secret part of herself, none of it was real.
Things only got real when she was alone. When she woke up thinking me thoughts. Alone, eating what she wanted, dressing how she chose, going to work, and living those hours.
Leaving work, sometimes going out with friends, sometimes alone, sometimes going back to the guest house for a night of television.
It was a life she controlled and understood.
