The Ellison Family: 8 Sim Lane
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|I got a call today... about Blair. The school said he'd been melancholy lately, and the kids are beginning to wonder about him.
So when I got home from work, I started looking for clues as to what might be going on in his head. I found a journal where he'd written down all of his thoughts about the past few months.
Normally, I wouldn't have betrayed his trust by reading it -- I learned my lesson about that sort of thing a long time ago -- but if I'm going to be of any help to him, I need to understand why he's stuck in this depression. I was shocked to find out the the entire reason for his trouble... was me.
It gave me pause. I mean, I knew that had to be at least part of the problem, but I had no idea his worrying about me was keeping him from enjoying our new life. Sure, I miss Cascade, I miss police work, and I miss the friends we had there, but I'm perfectly content to be here, with him, knowing that his life was not destroyed when he declared himself a fraud.
His life in Cascade had fallen apart. His true friends stuck with him, but I'm sorry to say that those were few and far between. Sure, everyone in Major Crimes was wonderful, and we worked hard to arrange a spot there for him, but I think we all knew he wasn't cut out to be a cop. Not to mention the trouble he had in the academy; the other cadets simply didn't want him there. He was ostracized everywhere but at the loft and in Major Crimes. Even his favorite stores and restaurants stopped treating him with common decency and courtesy. It didn't take long before I knew I couldn't force him to live like that. He had given up his life for me... it was time for me to do the same.
As it turned out, though, I didn't give up nearly as much as he did. Sure, it was hard at first, but we've got a good life out here. It didn't take me long to get used to life in a large house with a pool in the backyard. All that's missing is the picket fence and the dog. How can I make him understand that I'm fine? What can I do to convince him that it's alright for him to be happy...?
The first thing I have to do is come clean about reading his journal. It won't be easy -- I know I betrayed a trust by doing it, and good intensions don't change that fact.
He didn't take it too badly. He yelled a lot, and locked himself in his room, but overall, it went better than I feared it might. When he's talking to me again, I'll move on to phase two.
Two weeks later...