Free Taken Love by KC Royale Page A

and now he was preparing to start up his company from the ground up.
    Unfortunately, the meetings became more frequent, and the dinners alone started to weigh on me. I was a new wife, his wife, who now craved the attention of her new husband. Who was now too busy, starting his empire. This wasn’t what I always pictured it to be for a young married couple. A couple who agreed to take a year off to connect, and adjust to our new life. But he was busy now, working on his career and ambitions, so why wasn’t I? His potential new company was consuming him, in the same way I did before he started on this path, and I was becoming jealous. Jealous at the changes that were already happening between us, as husband and wife. He was so young and passionate about what he wanted, I had no doubt that he would succeed. But for me, I still had some decisions to make. I’d always wanted to go to Columbia for environmental studies, and now I was actually considering changing my potential major to creative writing. I was learning first hand that plans can change in an instant, and it was really fascinating to now be a part of an adult world that is full of uncertainties. During these growing pains, I started to feel fear. Because now as I saw the businessman emerging out of JP, it was a sight to be seen, in both a good and bad way. I was happy for him, for us, and what he was building, but I was also scared that his drive to be a great force in that world, would come with a great sacrifice. A sacrifice that made me shiver at the thought, because I was in no way willing to lose the one thing I valued most… our connection.
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    Three months had passed in no time, and I had just come back home from visiting my parents and siblings. They were so happy to see me, now that things had cooled down, and they finally adjusted to the fact that I was actually happy and married now. I even had a few chats with my mom, about my mild anxieties about Johnathan’s working so much, I just didn’t get it. Who has a twenty million dollar trust fund, and decides to work like he is poor? Isn’t that why his parents left him the money so he wouldn’t have to be over-worked in the first place? My mother told me that it was normal for someone in his position, especially when he has a new wife to care for. I knew she was right, and I was very proud of him. He was amazing at learning the business world, but it didn’t change the fact that I found myself alone for most of the day, either writing or staring at the wall.
    I was becoming a little miserable, and I hid it as best I could at first, but it was becoming more than I could handle. Blair was gone, and she didn’t call me anymore, so I was alone a lot, and that sucked. He would go to work, learning the ins and outs of joining the entrepreneur world, and by the time he came home to me, he was so mentally and physically exhausted, that after dinner, a shower, and some passionate love making, he was asleep. Some nights he didn’t eat. He would work in our second room, which was now his home office, or work out in the onsite gym. He was on edge, and under a lot of pressure, so I supported him in any way that I could. I loved him so much, and whatever he needed, I would give him. I just didn’t like that we didn’t have much time to talk about anything other than what he learned today, or when he would need my opinion on what he should do about this and that with his future company. I was so bored, that I actually wanted to go to Columbia and start on time, as I originally planned before I met JP.
    I knew it would beat sitting here, doing nothing, and wasting precious time. I was feeling restless, so restless that I actually went ahead and signed up to attend Columbia University in the next two weeks.  I would be starting college with everyone who had graduated in my year, it was an irrational decision, but one