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I've had this idea swirling around in my head for a while, and figured, why not try it out? This is loosely based on events in my cousin's life, and I hope you guys enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride, but I do have rights to Sadie.

January 6th

"And chances are if he asks for a glass of milk, he's going to want a cookie to go with it." I read aloud. Sadie was snoring slightly under the covers of her bed, and I sighed, closing the book.

Fang wouldn't be home for at least another hour and our daughter was asleep, meaning 60 some odd minutes of peace and quiet. Kind of like the calm before the storm.

It's not that I minded being able to relax. When Sadie was awake, I spent every second fawning over her or worrying about her. She was my little girl, after all. This time was a gift used to forget all of that; to sit back, curl up on the couch with a good book, and just simply relax.

The second that my husband would walk through the doors, everything I had done in the last hour would become irrelevant. Fang always had a way of making all that was good around me disappear. His ability to make me so angry at the world could only be described as the clothes he wore; black and endless.

I don't know what it was. In our teenage years, we were inseparable. The time we spent together was always filled with laughter and love. Now I don't even recognize the very man that sleeps in my bed.

It takes a huge leap of faith to go from inseparable teens to working adults. Our different schedules lessened our time together, and the fact that I married a workaholic didn't help any.

The thing is that while I chose a career in safe and dependable real-estate, Fang decided to take out a loan for medical school. He flew through his classes and was set to graduate in May.

Given our history, I can honestly say I was shocked when Fang informed me of his career choice. I tried to talk him out of it, to no avail. He wanted to be a physician. Case closed. Looking back now, that was the first fight we endured, and it was far from the last.

I truly had no problem with his choice once he started the classes. He completed each degree in half the time that it took most people, and the last order of business was getting 4 years of internship. That was where the problems lied.

My husband was a trustworthy man, for the most part. During the 1st and 2nd years of his internship at the local hospital, he came home as soon as he got out of work. A huge factor was probably that I was pregnant at the time, and he admitted to wanting to be there every step of the way.

When Sadie was born, Fang took a risky 3 months leave to help out. I told him that he didn't have to do it, but being a good husband, he insisted.

I guess it's a good thing that he stayed home, because I would have been lost without him. I was moody and depressed after having Sadie, and Fang helped me get back on my feet.

I myself was unemployed at the time, which played into my depression. My mom offered several times to lend us cash, and Fang couldn't understand my refusals. Eventually, I realized how deep in debt we really were. With a loan out and no income, seeing as interns make no money, I swallowed my pride and accepted my mom's offers.

The fact that we had actual money in the bank seemed to lift a lot of pressure off of Fang's shoulders, and he happily returned to the hospital in November.

By that time, I was back to being the independent and confident leader, and I set my goals high. I was determined to find a job and pay my mom back as soon as I could.

I was so busy filling out job applications and going to interviews that I didn't notice how distant my husband and I had become. All of the romance between us had faded, and there were days when we didn't see each other at all.

Eventually, I opened my eyes and grasped where our relationship was going. I no longer knew my husband like the back of my hand, and that upset me. I had let my goals get in the way of my marriage.

Fang on the other hand remained oblivious to the changes in our love life. During his second and third years of internship, he began to stay out later with "the boys", and didn't question my disapproval.

"I just grabbed a beer with the boys." Was all he'd ever say on the subject.

Year 4 turned out to be the worst; there were times when Fang would sneak his butt home at 3 or 4 in the morning, after a shift that ended no later than 9.

Not seeing him in our bed at night would always reinforce the fear and insecurity that I had been accustomed to feeling; was he ever in the arms of another woman?

In the past, I would never doubt his faithfulness to me. I wouldn't think twice about where he was or what he was doing, had he not slapped me in the face with a reality colder than ice.

"Max," he had said, "I want a divorce."

That's it for now. I'll consider writing more later, but until then please, tell me what you think. Is it worth the effort of writing more?

Thanks,
~Faxisthegreatest123~