As Marjorie stormed back to her office after fighting with Charlotte she desperately wanted to cry. How dare she say those things?
As she threw herself down into her office chair she slammed her hands on the desk in frustration. Charlotte had just called her a bad manager and implied that she had no idea what was going on with her staff. The worst thing was, there was a persistent voice in the back of Marjorie's mind telling her that Charlotte was right. She'd massively dropped the ball recently, but it hadn't been intentional.
Marjorie desperately wanted to just throw her hands up and say she was wrong. But she was terrified that if she did that, people would see her as weak. It had taken her a long time to understand that putting yourself into other people's shoes was the easiest way to help any situation. She'd never been taught how to do that so she'd had to teach herself. Her Stepfather was completely distant, she had no blood siblings to relate to and no matter what she did, she was a disappointment to her Mum. She remembered all those times her Mum told her to shut up crying, or to 'get over it.' How was Marjorie ever supposed to learn?
She sighed, wishing for the millionth time that she had at least one sibling. It always astounded her that Reece and Autumn had become the people she knew and loved so dearly after the childhood they'd had. Yes they'd both had their issues but despite Roger's meddling the siblings had found their way back together. Even when they hadn't been speaking she knew Reece had watched over his beloved sister from afar. Marjorie had never felt that kind of love. When she was younger, she'd often wondered if she was loved at all. As she grew, she came to believe that her parents did love her but their ability to show it was stunted. Sometimes her Stepfather would leave a chocolate bar on her bedside table for her to find after school, or her Mum would come home with a piece of jewellery she thought Marjorie would like. Sporadic gestures were how they showed love and although Marjorie craved hugs and words of affirmation, she had to accept what they were willing to give.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Autumn bustling into the office, returning from her lunch. Marjorie looked over at her deputy and said "I'm moving Jody into the kitchen, to assist Chef."
Autumn didn't even look up, she simply replied "ok". Marjorie wondered if there was anything in this world that could really phase Autumn. Why couldn't Marjorie be more like her deputy? She had no idea how to stop herself taking things so personally, or how to prevent herself from lashing out when she felt attacked.
As she thought back over the way she'd spoken to Charlotte, and the anger that was still bubbling in her chest, she realised.
Her worst fear was coming true. She was falling off the ledge.
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SHE LOVES ANYWAY - (TNN - MARJORIE)
Fanfic**WORK IN PROGRESS** What was Majorie's childhood like? Why does she jump to conclusions? What does she struggle with? What is she scared of?
