Her hair and mannerisms resemble that of the old tv series Louis from Louis and Clark. Her career is center of her focal point in her life not her husband who is never home anyway because his career is also the center of his focal point in his life, not only that but his secretary too. She is pretty sure of the affair so at this point in time she is at the mall buying herself expensive gifts to fill the void her husband should be filling but neither realize that its a give and take game not a take take take game so they just sit there and be miserable when together and push each other farther away and just pay for the household they share and pay no mind to one another growing that distance farther apart. They can't even remember why they got married in the first place. She isn't the kind of woman who would look to fill the void with another man like he is. Material things is what fills her void.
Her house is quite rich like, located on a quiet block with many rooms to build a family in, but family is the last thing on this couples list of things to get going in their lives. They both drive expensive cars, and regularly host dinner parties. Neither cook for these parties they have them catered. Their co workers and friends are their guests, rarely do they invite family over as that only causes arguments and the family to not talk for many years to follow, so they gave up on that activity, and probably that is when it all started heading south with their relationship. Their families couldn't ever get along not since the wedding.
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I love people watching, its a time for my imagination to go wild & think up background stories of people I see & what maybe going on in their lives at that moment...here is my collection of my imagination at work while people watching...enjoy...who knows some of the characters may end up in a novel I someday will write, if your interested in writing a story with 1 be sure to include my blog in your credits and let me read it I would really enjoy seeing where my characters end up.