Cathy Stabler
12/31/2003
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I'm a big fan of Law and Order: SVU... but I haven't really thought of writing a piece about it. This came to me out of the blue as I was reading the listing of the L&O:SVU fic. I realized there are a lot which are pairing up Elliot and Olivia or Elliot is divorced...
I want to try one where Elliot does love his wife and kids.
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My name is Cathy Stabler. Spelled with a C, not with a K.
It's important to me. The letter K is firm, stolid, and unyielding. The letter C is written with flourish, and is not stable, flexible.
I need to be flexible. And I certainly am. My husband often gets a call late at night, and he leaves me up all night worrying. He thinks one of us gets sleep at night. He thinks he's the only one up all night. I don't tell him; he doesn't need to know I'm an insomniac.
My husband already has too much on his mind; his job, his life, the victims.
He cares deeply about his job. I can't remember the last time we took a vacation as a whole family. He hasn't used any of his vacation days, not for the last five years.
I understand. It's his job and he is dedicated to it. Just like I am dedicated to the kids.
I do wish he was home more. Not for myself, but for the kids.
Maureen sees no wrong in her father. He is always her idol, and dare I say his favorite. He loves them all, but Maureen has been with us through the worst of times. Maureen is the one who truly understands her father's work, maybe more than I do.
Kathleen is independent. She is strong and firm yet there is a side of her that begs for something to be her rock. She is often angry towards her father; perhaps the reason is that her father is away so much.
Elizabeth and Richard, the twins. They are lucky. Elliot has a stable job now. Stable as is I don't need to count every penny we earn and spend. They adore Elliot. He isn't home so much, and they are delighted to see him home. When he is home he helps them with projects and such.
My husband? His job is first and foremost to him. I try not to worry, but his partner is a woman. Those horrible rumors the other women say about him aren't true. I trust my husband enough, and Olivia is very nice. I trust them both.
I'm not worried about them; I'm worried about myself. How long to have to endure this? How long will it be before I succumb to the vile words of the other women about my husband and his female partner?
I trust my husband. I don't trust I am strong enough.
My husband everyday sees those horrible tragic victims. He comes home, and never talks about it. As a detective's wife, I have to understand that I can never understand my husband.
It is like an unwritten code. I just don't understand the life of a cop, and never will, even if he told me.
But then again, does the cop understand what his family is going through?
Who is there when I crack? Am I cracking already?
I love my family. No, I must stay strong for them. I will stay strong for my children, and especially my husband. To them I'm their rock. I am the one who holds this family together. I will not break it.
I hear the lock on the front door turn. My husband is home, and I must be in bed before he comes up.
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Okay... not the best... but ...
I don't really know what to think.
Review please!
No flames... CONSTRUCTIVE criticism please.
***
I accidentally deleted this fic... and lost my two reviews...
I guess I'll respond now that I have re-uploaded it.
Donna: Thanks for the nice comment! ^^
Jen: Thanks for tell me Cathy's name is spelled with a K and not with a C... I won't change it though... I like it with a C. ^^
12/31/2003
~~~~~~~~~
I'm a big fan of Law and Order: SVU... but I haven't really thought of writing a piece about it. This came to me out of the blue as I was reading the listing of the L&O:SVU fic. I realized there are a lot which are pairing up Elliot and Olivia or Elliot is divorced...
I want to try one where Elliot does love his wife and kids.
~~~~~~~~~
My name is Cathy Stabler. Spelled with a C, not with a K.
It's important to me. The letter K is firm, stolid, and unyielding. The letter C is written with flourish, and is not stable, flexible.
I need to be flexible. And I certainly am. My husband often gets a call late at night, and he leaves me up all night worrying. He thinks one of us gets sleep at night. He thinks he's the only one up all night. I don't tell him; he doesn't need to know I'm an insomniac.
My husband already has too much on his mind; his job, his life, the victims.
He cares deeply about his job. I can't remember the last time we took a vacation as a whole family. He hasn't used any of his vacation days, not for the last five years.
I understand. It's his job and he is dedicated to it. Just like I am dedicated to the kids.
I do wish he was home more. Not for myself, but for the kids.
Maureen sees no wrong in her father. He is always her idol, and dare I say his favorite. He loves them all, but Maureen has been with us through the worst of times. Maureen is the one who truly understands her father's work, maybe more than I do.
Kathleen is independent. She is strong and firm yet there is a side of her that begs for something to be her rock. She is often angry towards her father; perhaps the reason is that her father is away so much.
Elizabeth and Richard, the twins. They are lucky. Elliot has a stable job now. Stable as is I don't need to count every penny we earn and spend. They adore Elliot. He isn't home so much, and they are delighted to see him home. When he is home he helps them with projects and such.
My husband? His job is first and foremost to him. I try not to worry, but his partner is a woman. Those horrible rumors the other women say about him aren't true. I trust my husband enough, and Olivia is very nice. I trust them both.
I'm not worried about them; I'm worried about myself. How long to have to endure this? How long will it be before I succumb to the vile words of the other women about my husband and his female partner?
I trust my husband. I don't trust I am strong enough.
My husband everyday sees those horrible tragic victims. He comes home, and never talks about it. As a detective's wife, I have to understand that I can never understand my husband.
It is like an unwritten code. I just don't understand the life of a cop, and never will, even if he told me.
But then again, does the cop understand what his family is going through?
Who is there when I crack? Am I cracking already?
I love my family. No, I must stay strong for them. I will stay strong for my children, and especially my husband. To them I'm their rock. I am the one who holds this family together. I will not break it.
I hear the lock on the front door turn. My husband is home, and I must be in bed before he comes up.
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Okay... not the best... but ...
I don't really know what to think.
Review please!
No flames... CONSTRUCTIVE criticism please.
***
I accidentally deleted this fic... and lost my two reviews...
I guess I'll respond now that I have re-uploaded it.
Donna: Thanks for the nice comment! ^^
Jen: Thanks for tell me Cathy's name is spelled with a K and not with a C... I won't change it though... I like it with a C. ^^