So I had written this story about a year ago, but I didn't like how it turned out so much and trying to make a sequel to it didn't work out so much either, so while I will make a sequel to this... it won't be the orignal idea.
Also I didn't like some things I did in the original Growing Pains so I decided to re-write it again.
And for those who are re-reading it, enjoy an newer update.
And for those who are reading it for the first time, I'm just babbling stuff that might not make total sense. Haha.
Growing Pains
Twenty-four. Twenty-four years of birth, just about eight years of being with her best friend and boyfriend and now married to him just about a year later. Almost to the day actually.
Marley Lynn couldn't be happier than ever in her life.
She and Ryder had moved to Lima as soon as they both graduated in New York, with a couple of old friends moving back with them and two new friends moving to Lima with the gang.
Ryder and Marley had married during their last year of college in May on the 20th, but waited until the summer to spend two weeks away in the summer to honeymoon.
The young couple moved into an old house that they use to love to look at as teenagers. It looked vintage old from the outside, but was beautiful on the inside. Something that Marley always loved about homes. And it was big enough for a growing family and although she and Ryder wanted to wait a few years before starting a family, the two of them already felt like this home was a family home.
Marley sat on the couch one afternoon, mid-month of June, reading Catching Fire while Ryder was upstairs showering. She was feeling alright although the eggs from this morning upset her stomach. For the past several years she had struggled with her eating disorder, bulimia. She managed to control it for a couple of years; but the middle of her sophomore year in college her mother had passed away due to a heart attack and relapsed back to bulimia again. She got help again but she struggled and has been struggling since then to get better.
At least Ryder had helped her through and stuck by her the years and always will help her.
She was too caught up in her head to even do anything or even notice Ryder coming back down the stairs, his hair fresh wet still but dressed, coming up behind her and kissing the side of her cheek.
"Hey babe, feeling better?" He asked her.
"A bit." Marley said. "I'm a little bit tired from working late last night."
"The life of Marley singing on the radio, classy." Ryder laughed. "How's the eggs?"
"Gross." She muttered. "I still can't believe you made me eat them."
"Marley, you know you've got to keep them down. It's healthy for you babe." He told her as he brushed back a bit of her hair, then leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Wanna go see a movie later, babe?"
"Sure!" She smiled. "I'd love that! Let's go after dinner tonight"
Around dinner time that night Marley had finished making soup for Ryder and her. The two of them laughed while thinking about what movie they wanted to go see later and if the wanted ice cream afterward The two of them finished up by seven and left a little after seven thirty, though Marley said she forgot her wallet upstairs.
While true she forgot the wallet she found herself going into the bathroom, getting on her knees and sticking two fingers down her throat, gagging up the food for a few minutes.
She flushed and washed her hands and left the bathroom. Upon the return down to Ryder's car he stood outside of the car with crossed arms and a foot tapping.
"You okay?" She asked him.
"Did you just... you know... right now?" He asked with an eyebrow lifted up.
"No..."
"Marley."
"Yes." She said. "I just... the calories were talking to me and—I'm sorry Ryder." She said.
He gave a small faint smile. "Its been a few months since the last one," He said. Marley had done it this recent December after coming home early from Kurt and Blaine's annual Christmas party. "Just please don't do it again, okay?"
She nodded. "I promise I won't."