My Life as a Soap Opera

" People watch both and are entertained by both." he said gently

The moon came down to the earth in soothing rays of ivory, washing over the grass and the concrete. A gentle wind blew through the trees, setting off a wind chime hanging on the front porch. It was early spring and still a bit cold, her breath coming out in a vapor. Her hands cupped around a warm cup of tea as she sat back on the porch swing and stared up at the sky. Things had been so cold lately and not necessarily with just the weather. She had been sitting there for an hour or so, just thinking. A small, salty tear rolled down her cheek as she took in a shaky breath. It was so hard on her- it was hard on everyone.

Her body still burned for him- for his lips, for his touch. It had been so long since she had last been with him, really been with him. Placing down her cup of tea she closed her eyes as another tear rolled down her cheek and sighed softly to herself. It was true that marriages went through a rough patch, but surely this was hell. "I'm sorry." she whispered softly, opening her eyes and staring up at the moon. "I wish that I could fix things. I try and try but it's never enough." Cupping her hand over her mouth she stifled a pitiful sob and bit down on her lip, nearly causing herself to bleed.

The wind took pity on her and gently tousled her glossy red hair, as if to apologize for the past several months. Breathing in, Kimberly wiped the tears from her eyes and picked up her cup of coffee. It was time to go to bed and despite being tempted she knew better than to sleep outside on the porch swing.

( What is going on here.?)

(I think it's actually pretty obvious. Marital problems.)

( I was just asking.)


Damien sighed gently. He started to make some coffee. It had been a rough night sleeping and he still felt the vodka lodged in his head.

(I'm sorry if that sounded snappy. And I like the Bon Jovi reference :] )
Kimberly walked quietly into the kitchen, reluctant but also stubborn, not wanting it to be that because of their problems she was going to avoid rooms in her own house. Stepping passed him she opened the refrigerator and took out an apple. Once again she ignored him, going to the sink and washing it. How had they gotten here? She didn't know but right then she was too afraid to address it. Sighing softly, she muttered "good morning" and then left him with his coffee.

( What is going to be their problem? )


Damien sighed gently. Why did it have to be this way. The had been married for several years and had 3 kids together...

(Just one of those rough, sexless patches in a marriage.)

Something had just happened one day. For the most part they had enjoyed one anothers company but once they got to the bedroom things got awkward and just didn't get better from there. Kimberly had spent several nights sleeping on the couch and on the porch swing outside, being scolded for the latter because it wasn't safe.

( Ah ok. They need a little spice in the bedroom.)


Damien just hadn't felt sexual. Before whenever she tried to get him in the mood, be it a nice curvy dress or sensual petting he just didn't respond to it like he used to. And that led to a huge fight on how she does all these thigns for him and he couldn't even give her sex and that led to how he didn't find her attractive anymore and how he was getting tired of her. Of course Damien didn't think that at all! He loved Kim with all his heart and he was very attracted to his wife. He just was having a hard time getting arroused and his man part up.

Lately it didn't just seem like sex. He just acted differently around her. Is that what happened when a couple ceased to have sex? Their partner just completely lost their appeal? Sighing softly to herself to cut up her apple into slices and ate them quietly as she flipped through the channels. Nothing worth watching of course.

Damien really wanted to fix the problem. What could he do to light the flame again. He looked through a magazine for ideas. Sometimes women's magizines were helpful as to what women wanted. He couldn't go to his mom about this. This was kinda really personal. " Kimmy.. I'm trying my hardest... " he murmered scanning the pages.

Kim sighed softly to herself as she sat in the old porch swing, apple in hand. As she stared up at the wispy white clouds she closed her eyes and thought back to when they had been younger. They had gone through so much together that she knew in the end that they would never be truly apart. Couples went through patches like this and her moping about it didn't fix things. Placing the apple down she placed her head in her hands and sighed. He was worth it in the end, for her to try and fix things. Getting up from the swing, she left to plan for a night for the two of them.

" hmm.... well..... maybe I could serenade her. I think she'd like that" he murmured to himself. He ran a hand through his hair. He knew he could be a pain in the ass, stubborn, and a bit of a narcissist. Well the last part was lost years ago when he realized that his beauty was nothing compared to the ugliness inside of him. He fell in love with Kim and she helped him melt his ugliness away. They got married young and had their first child young. he sighed as he took out his wallet and looked at their wedding picture and then the pictures of their kids they had together. He decided he was going to try harder. He wasn't going to let Kim go that easy. He stood up and prepared something for them tonight.

The night soon came upon them, a bit faster than Kimberly was comfortable with yet at the same time she knew that time wanted for no one. Brushing back some of her fiery red locks, she pulled her hair up into a pony tail, keeping her hair from her face. She was dressed prettily, yet at the same time very modest. Walking out of the bedroom, she looked for Damien.

Damien was dressed up in nice pants and a striped button down shirt. He had gotten chocolates and roses. He went to look for Kim and almost ran into her. " Kim" he said gently. " Hey.... these are for you"he smiled gently.

She smiled softly at him as he placed the roses in her arms; He had been thinking about her. It was odd how what had used to be so common before filled her with so much joy right then. "Thank you." she whispered softly, bringing the soft, red buds to her nose and breathing in. Such a beautiful perfume! Looking him over she saw how he was dressed up like she was and blushed. Had they both been thinking the same thing?

Damien was enjoying her outfit very much. " I think we were thinking the same thing, Kimmy." He smiled brightly his eyes seemed to dance. " I'm not going to let you go that easy." he said gently. " I love you way too much to do that. " he confessed to her. " Aside from the seriousness, I really like your outfit. Its really beautiful on you." he smiled admiring it. " Not too revealing but yet gives you all the essentials that tells me you're a very romantic woman." he smiled gently. " Of course I already know that without the dress. Anyways, our night awaits my lady" he offered his arm. " I am sure you have plans too and I have plans. Let us romance each other away on to a blissful paradise." he said his voice velvet like and smooth. Damien was trying his hardest to bring romance back into their relationship.

Kimberly blushed as he commented on the outfit she was wearing, which was a soft, cream colored dress with a ribbon around the waist. Very modest and yet also very entrancing- a very nice late spring dress. Looking up at him she smiled and nodded her head, "I wouldn't spend my night any other way with you." she murmured, gently taking his hand and leaning in to kiss his cheek.

" Would you like to go first with your plans" Damien smiled as he leaned down and kissed her cheek back.

Kimberly smiled and then nodded her head. "Alright, though I'm not sure how you didn't notice it." she said, taking his hand and walking with him outside to the back porch. A candlelit dinner awaited them, soft piano music playing in the background. "I've been preparing this for the better part of the afternoon and luckily you stayed out of the kitchen."

" Thats because I was out preparing something of my own. after this what would you say on a romantic boat ride under the full moon? I rented a row boat for us to use, I thought a little alone time on the lake would be nice." he smiled gently.

Now how did I not notice him doing that? she thought to herself. Shrugging it off she smiled and nodded her head, "I would like that very much." she said, walking over to the table and then taking a seat with him at the table. The first course was angel hair pasta with tender chicken breast and an Italian brand of white wine. Kimberly chuckled as she clinked glasses with him, the night going off quite well.

Damien cut into his chicken carefully. She was using the good china that they got from their wedding as a present. he didn't want to chip or scatch it. It was the only really fancy set they had. He looked up " Its great, Kimmy. I can tell you worked hard on this. I love it." he said. He wanted the night to go perfectly for them.