This is just a little one shot that I came up with in about half an hour while I was trying to come up with some christmas ideas. Enjoy x
New Year, New You
It's that time of year again, where everyone is asking you what your new years resolution will be and everyone is buying new clothes for the gym after one to many puddings at christmas.
My wife and I have always been of the same opinion, it should not take a new year to change your behaviour. I always thought that joining a gym on January 1st was just setting yourself up to fail. I've always been the kind of person to decide they want something and go out and get it, until this year. On reflection, this year I have allowed several important things to fall by the wayside in favour of pursuing stories and my career. Looking back over the year I can see many actions and non actions that I deeply regret. It is for this reason that, for the first time since I was a teenager, I will be making a resolution to myself and a promise to my family.
I resolve to never again miss a family dinner unless its an emergency, to never miss a recital, to never spend a family holiday chained to my laptop on the hunt for a story. I promise my family that I will be present, I know I have missed too much and I understand now my wifes struggle to balance job and family. I have failed at that this year and i am ashamed of that fact. My resolution is to be a better wife, a better mother and an equal partner. My wife once told me she lived on hope and this year I will live on the hope that I can be better.
"What do you think?" Andrea asked quietly when Miranda lowered the paper to the desk. In the last few years, since she had retired from Runway, Miranda had become more accepting of Andrea talking about their home lives in her columns and for that reason she hadn't showed her wife the article before it had gone to print. Still, she was nervous to know how her wife would react.
"Do you mean it?" Miranda asked quietly, reading and rereading the words her wife had written. It was the first time Andrea had acknowledged that tha year in particular had been hell for them, the first time she had admitted that her behaviour had been wrong Miranda finally understood how it felt to be the other half to a worked obsessed spouse and she had hated every minute. "Because words don't count for anything unless you actually mean them."
"Oh Miranda, of course, of course I mean it." the brunette sighed moving so that she was knelt in front of the other woman and taking her hands, squeezing lightly, "starting right now. I've filed my last story and I'm taking three weeks off. The house in the Hamptons is ready for us, the girls are packed and they have helped Harry pack his things. The car will her here in an hour. I know I can't change the things I've done but I can change the things I will do, please let me try. I love you Miranda and our kids and our dog, I lost sight of it all for a little while and I'm sorry for that I really am."
"Hush," Miranda whispered, wiping the tears from Andrea's eyes and stroking her fingers through her hair, "It's forgiven darling, just please never put us through this again."
"I wont, I promise. Never."