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Muse: American Actress and Activist Ali MacGraw Musician: American Singer/ Songwriter, Poet, and Lead Vocalist of the Doors, Jim Morrison Time: Mid Sixties
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Elle actually hated going on walks. Knowing this, one might start to wonder, then, why she religiously took hour-long walks before cooking supper almost every evening. And that answer to that query was actually rather simple: to get away from John.
These long and increasingly frequent walks were her escape from that hell that had become of the domestic heaven she'd built with her boyfriend of three years, John Capek. Yes, there was trouble in paradise, but it wasn't the typical story you've heard a million times — not quite what you'd expect. The shift certainly took Elle by surprise, to say the least.
It wasn't like something you'd see in the soaps. He hadn't picked up drugs or liquor, there was no other woman, and he hadn't gotten laid off of his job or cut off by his filthy rich parents. The answer was actually more sinister and much, much worse.
He'd just stopped caring. He stopped caring about her.
Elle had always known her John to get bored easily; the new records he'd beg her to get or the fancy linen shirts he'd save up for all ending up discarded in a corner of their bedroom after a few measly weeks — all with no reason. But despite that incredible mountain of evidence, Elle never would've taken him as the kind of man that was so shallow he could even bore of a person.
And especially for no reason at all.
She'd seen him as more of a mysterious romantic. The kind who didn't show much emotion, but you could feel his love and care for all the same. But that simply wasn't the case, and this fact was becoming increasingly more difficult to ignore. The shift in his behavior was great and impossible to disguise or disregard. Their days of daily love-making and long conversations after sharing a shower were long behind them.
These days the two didn't talk much, if at all. They almost never made love, and if they ever did in was incredibly lazy and quick. And the worst of if all was that it was starting to seem that Elle had a closer relationship to John's sleazy friends than the lover-man himself.
When she returned from her shift at the printing press, they'd always be bumming around outside the couple's apartment door, smelling like booze and red in the face: waiting noisily (and rather impatiently) for John to come home.
Since her man himself wasn't a juice-head, Elle figured he had his friends booze up for him — as a sort of way to honor him. His self-control both amused and astonished her. She almost couldn't understand how he could stand to be surrounded by man-children who do nothing but throw back beers all day and still not touch a single drop. Even Elle would indulge in a Schlitz or two every now and then. But John was completely clean and sober; the man wasn't even a social drinker.
