Something i adore about scenes from a marriage (2021), whether or not the theme was present in the original, is the presence and effects of childhood emotional neglect in the main characters.
From the first episode, you can feel it. There's so much love and care yet so much disconnect and misunderstanding between Jonathan and Mira. They suppress themselves, they discredit their needs to prioritize the other's, they promise they're fine when their eyes scream otherwise.
Episode two shows how Mira felt dead and numb with Jonathan, how she felt like she couldn't breathe with him. And the fact that they never, ever, ever talked about how the abortion destroyed them... Jonathan watches porn and eats alone at night, only for his face to light up like a lighthouse when Mira returned (because he felt so lonely, but he never told her that). How Mira felt so much bitterness and resentment for him, stuck in loneliness herself, but lost her self-assertion and security (or never had it) and chose to never tell him the truth. The way she was finally facing so many emotions (guilt, regret, rage, sorrow, fear) she probably never allowed herself to feel before (perhaps since childhood), so it was too overwhelming and painful for her to do so. The way he abraded his face before tears would spill, and shut down and forgave and comforted instead of feeling, until the repressed boiling stress and agony caused an asthma attack.
Episode three was all Mira trying to feel some familiarity and security now that she was finding none anywhere, using a Jonathan who holds no boundaries, who apologizes for trying to assert his need to heal, his right to consent or deny sex. Mira, who cannot handle true emotional intimacy, because it scares her, so when Jonathan is finally learning to open up emotionally for the first time in his life, exactly about the emotional neglect that traumatized him, she tries to make it physical and sensual to escape that terrifying new level of trust. The need in Mira to diminish the relationship they had, the need in Jonathan to begin detaching himself from all future relationships just like Mira does. This is the beginning of the rot that takes place in both of them, because if you don't tend to what's inside how can it stay alive? It is our job to take care, heal, and maintain what our parents failed to care, raise, and love unconditionally. Jonathan is trying with therapy, while Mira is not. Later we see the roles switch.
In episode four we witness them at their worst. Wildly violent and impulsive in sexual, physical, and verbal dimensions, no matter the repercussions and the wellbeing of the other. And yet, Jonathan is more self-aware than ever. He asserts himself, he stands up for himself, he fights her insults, he tries to communicate, and finally, he extricates himself from the situation (until a desperate, emotionally breaking down, hopeless Mira stops him). Mira, without space or will to face what is within, is instinctively running to Jonathan without thought or care towards him or even herself. It is deeply toxic because she can't be alone with her hurt, can't bring herself to process all this grief. This is what primarily tears them apart the way they did that night.
And in the finale, we see Mira finally able to do just what she couldn't last episode. And devastatingly, we see Jonathan become the empty shell we saw in Mira in episode three. When you choose to perceive the world as untrustworthy, as unable to see you for who you are, as unconditionally vicious and neglectful and cruel, no amount of therapy or self-awarenes will change that will to see the world like this. His choice in detaching and numbing himself, relying on cognitive dissonance about freedom and morality, is his choice to emotionally neglect his new wife and child (as well as Ava, as well as himself). And the beauty, the absolute beauty of episode five, despite how messed up and horrid it is for them to be having this affair, is that Mira was emotionally present for him. She listened to him for the first time in four episodes. She expressed her sorrow for him, her worry. She held him with care and gentleness, and not with an ulterior need. She empathized in his weakest moments, embraced him when that neglected inner child was unleashed in the attic, in the darkness, after that nightmare. And Jonathan knows. He is well aware she is loving him the way he wasn't as a child, and he states exactly how his mother failed to do what Mira is doing now.
In short, educate yourself about CEN. Learn about how your most well-meaning parents could've emotionally failed you. And see for yourself how, untreated and unprocessed, or simply not accepted, that invisible and underestimated trauma can rot people up on the inside. This series portrays wonderfully, painfully, the true poison that is emotional neglect, and the necessity to have emotional maturity and love to heal.
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What Lurks Within, Pt. 11
Author's Note: This is it, final chapter!
Content: Four team members debrief in the hospital after the Denver case is officially closed. Subsequently, Spencer and Y/N do some reflecting on their relationship and all they've been through together.
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, some angst if you squint, mentions of death and violence, references to the Season 12 finale/first episode of Season 13, hospital setting
Beep… Beep… Beep…
Not again. I groaned as I turned over in the hospital bed. I had been removed from my comfortable clothing, placed in a cheap hospital gown once more. Another IV drip was attached to my hand, and those tiny EKG stickies were back to their position all over my chest.
“Good morning,” sang a familiar voice. Luke stood at my bedside, holding a glass of water. I groaned in response.
“Why am I here again?” I asked.
“Because after we got Spencer in the car, you passed out,” he said. “The doctors said you’d only been running on shock and adrenaline. Once that wore off, your body gave out.”
“Oh no,” I whispered, “did Spencer see me pass out? That’s so embarrassing.” I covered my face with my hands.
Luke laughed, “He sure did. He did his best to help load you into the back of the SUV with him. We brought you both here at the same time. He’s just down the hall.”
I leaned forward in my bed, looking around the room. Instead of a walker, someone had left me a wheelchair this time. “You’ve got to be kidding,” I said.
“It’s either wheelchair or nowhere,” Luke rhymed. I sighed, motioning for him to bring the wheelchair over by the bed. He did so without a word, helping to lower me into the seat. “Do you think they’ll pay me extra since I’ve spent so much time as your nurse during this case?” I rolled my eyes, choosing not to respond as he pushed me down the hallway towards another hospital room.
He stopped me in front of the door, leaning over to knock. JJ’s voice rang out from inside, “Come in!” Luke swung the door open and pushed me into the room as I took in the sight.
JJ sat perched at the edge of the bed as Spencer, also in a hospital gown, thumbed through a book in his hands. “You’re awake!” JJ said excitedly. She rushed over and bent down to my level, offering me a gentle hug.
“I so am,” I said, “ and I see someone else is too.” Spencer beamed at me, closing his book and tossing it carelessly on to the bed. Luke wheeled me over to his side.
“Y/N, I was so worried,” he reached his hands out to me as he intertwined our fingers.
“Me too,” I whispered. I felt tears pricking at the corner of my eyes. A stray tear felt down my cheek and Spencer gently wiped it away with his thumb. I laughed, trying to make light of the situation. “So, what’s your diagnosis?”
“Hmm,” Spencer thought for a moment, “nothing major.” He shrugged as best he could, a small smirk forming on his bruised cheek.
JJ let out a laugh from the corner of the room, “He’s got three broken ribs, a bruised lung, and a concussion.”
I dropped my jaw at him. “That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing major,’ Spencer.”
“As if you’re much better off,” he scoffed. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, turning to face Luke.
“What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
Luke sighed, “Let me think. You’ve got a busted head, concussion, and you did have a small brain bleed, but the doctors think that’s over now.”
“Oh,” I said, widening my eyes and glancing at Spencer. “Maybe we are in the same boat.” He smiled and nodded a bit, wincing as he leaned back in the bed, our hands still intertwined.
“Wait,” I piped up again, “what happened to the Graydons?”
“Mira was dead by the time the ambulance arrived,” Luke said, the energy in the room becoming more somber.
I nodded, “What about the other two?”
JJ spoke this time, “Phillip Graydon’s been booked in connection to multiple murders. The former Chief Graydon has been officially removed from the force and will stand trial for aiding and abetting, as well as obstructing a criminal investigation. Ryan Whittendon has been promoted to Chief of Police.” I nodded, satisfied with her answer as silence fell over the room again. Spencer and I processed the information without a word.
Spencer glanced up at our teammates standing in the corner of the room,“Luke, JJ, do you think you could leave us alone for a minute? I’d like to talk to Y/N in private.”
Luke and JJ looked at each other, raising their eyebrows. Luke sighed dramatically, “Alright, but no funny business. Neither one of you are fit to be banging-” JJ smacked Luke on the shoulder and he gasped in playful shock, “What the hell was that for?”
“Get out of this room, now,” JJ said, turning on her “mom” voice and scolding him. Luke smirked, opening the door and leading JJ out of the room. She turned and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before shutting it behind her. I couldn’t help but giggle, and I saw Spencer try to suppress his laugh for the sake of his broken ribs.
I shook my head, turning my attention back to the man on the bed next to me. “Anyway, what do you want to talk about, Spence?”
He looked at me as he bit his lip nervously, trying to come up with the right phrase. “I’m not sure the proper way to start this conversation,” he said. An anxious feeling crept into my chest.
“Uh oh,” I laughed nervously, “you’re only speechless when it's serious.”
He nodded, “It is kind of serious, actually.” I winced a bit at the thought and he squeezed my hand to offer some comfort.
I sighed, “Well, you know I’m impatient. What’s on your brain?”
He didn’t waste any time. “Do you remember when we were in the SUV the other day, on the way to Andrews’ house, and we talked about how we don’t like to talk about what happened to us?” His eyes scanned my own, looking for some sign of understanding.
“I remember. I had a brain bleed, not amnesia,” I half-joked.
“Right,” he said. Spencer paused for a moment, scanning my face again. “Well, I… I think we should talk about it.”
I sighed, leaning back in the wheelchair. I let my hand slip out of his as I did so, using my now-freed hand to play with the hem of the hospital gown I was in. “I get what you mean, but what is there to talk about, Spencer?”
“Listen,” he started as he readjusted himself in the hospital bed so he could better face me. “Something Emily said the other day got me thinking. We’ve never really stopped to talk about what happened from your perspective.”
I shook my head, “Spencer, what happened wasn’t about me. You’re the one who suffered all those months. I was just a part of her game.”
He returned the shake of his head. “It was just as much about you as it was about me. She played with both of us, Y/N.”
I stared off into the corner of the room. Conversations from that night replayed in my head:
“I wonder what your little girlfriend will have to say about all this. What, with the baby and everything,” Cat said, sitting across from Spencer. I stared at her from my spot behind the one-way glass, JJ by my side. I stood with my arms crossed.
“I hope you have more luck with her than the last one,” Cat used her hand to make the shape of a gun. Holding it to her temple, she pretended to shoot herself, falling back dramatically in the chair.
“Don’t talk about her,” Spencer said quietly.
Cat had laughed, cocking her head back and twirling a strand of hair around her fingers. “Which one? The dead one? Or the one that’s definitely staring at me from behind the glass.” She leaned over so that I could see her more clearly, offering me a small wave.
“Don’t talk about either one of them,” Spencer said, rising from his chair to pace around the room for a moment.
“I’d like to see her,” Cat said. “The live one, that is.” My breath hitched in my throat as Spencer turned and walked out of the interrogation room into the observation room. He didn’t look at me, pacing nervously around the room.
“What do I do?” he asked JJ. “I’m not letting her drag Y/N into this.”
I cleared my throat, “I am right here, you know.” He stopped pacing, turning to look at me as JJ did so too. “I can handle it. Tell me how to play her game.”
Spencer’s eyes looked me up and down. He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair before rubbing his tired eyes. “I don’t want you to play into her fantasy. Her goal when you are in the room is going to be to give you every reason to leave me,” he said.
JJ nodded, “You act as the reality in the room. She has this made-up idea of her and Spencer being some kind of romantic trope. You’re the thing that messes that up in her head. Hopefully your physical presence will do the same.”
“Okay,” I said. I walked over to the door. Spencer crossed the room in three large steps, swinging the door open and entering first. I followed close behind him, eyes adjusting to the fluorescent light over the table.
“Well, well, well,” Cat said. She reached out her hand and offered me a fake smile, “Cat Adams, pleasure to meet you.” I ignored her hand, instead choosing to sit down next to Spencer.
“I heard you wanted to speak with me,” I said. I examined my nails, then tapped them lightly on the table, leaning on my other hand.
She continued twirling a hair around her finger, “Well, she is cute,” she said to Spencer, raising an eyebrow.
I snapped my fingers in front of her face once, “Excuse me, I was told someone wanted to talk to me, not him. If I’m not wanted, I’m happy to excuse myself,” I started to rise from the table, but she quickly spoke up again, raising a hand.
“Hold it. I’m not done yet.”
I plopped myself back down in the chair. “What do you want to know?” I asked.
“Why would a pretty thing like you choose to be with Spencer Reid?” Spencer almost winced at the use of his full name.
I had to disturb the fantasy. “Well, if you must know,” I cleared my throat, “it really comes down to fantastic sex.” Spencer shifted awkwardly in his seat.
Cat didn’t like that answer, nearly snarling. She quickly composed herself. “Funny that I’m the one who's having his baby,” she retorted.
“I always thought I’d be a young, hot stepmother,” I joked. She didn’t like that response either, learning back against the cool metal of her seat.
She scoffed. Her plan wasn’t working. “You have no idea what he’s done.” I narrowed my eyes at her, rising from my seat and leaning across the table.
“Enlighten me,” I said quietly. She clammed up. She was one statement away from giving up the final answer to her entire game. “Yeah,” I said, “that’s what I thought.” With that statement, I turned on my heel and left the interrogation room.
I snapped back to reality as Spencer stared at me, letting me take my time to think through it all. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
“I’m just thinking about what happened,” I said quietly. I looked at him for a moment before I returned my gaze to the corner of the room. “We spent that whole night in the interrogation room. Your mom came home, thank God. You guys left to go home. The rest of us piled into that SUV. It was a dumb move, all of us being out there at once,” I shook my head. “I don’t remember much. We hit the spikes, something hit us, my leg hurt. I passed out.”
Spencer nodded. “Keep going,” he encouraged gently.
“I woke up on the way to the hospital, and they wouldn’t let me call anyone. They kept telling me I had to lay still and that they’d call my emergency contact. I didn’t want them to call you, because I knew you’d panic,” I sighed, the throbbing pain in the back of my head was returning with all this memory recall.
He sat in silence, waiting for me to go on, and I did. “I think I passed out again. I know they took me into surgery at some point. When I woke up, I was in a hospital room,” I shuddered at the thought. “I think I was…” I paused, trying to decide how truthful to be in that moment.
“You think you were what?” Spencer asked.
“When I woke up alone, I was angry. I was angry at you because I felt like you’d abandoned me there, and I was angry at myself for feeling that way towards you after everything you’d been through.”
Spencer nodded. “You had every right to feel that way, and I’m so sorry I wasn’t there.”
I rolled my eyes, “Spencer, you were saving Emily’s life. Don’t be sorry.”
“No, Y/N,” he started. Spencer paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I was there before you woke up. I could have stayed, and I didn’t. I ran away.” I raised an eyebrow at this new bit of information.
“Why, Spence?” I asked.
He sighed, searching for the right words again. “When you got out of surgery, they took me back to your room. You looked so exhausted. I thought of all the things you’d been through for my sake. I just… I didn’t know what I’d say if you woke up while I was there. I decided it would be best for both of us if I went back to the office, but really it was my own selfish fear.”
“So we’re both terrible people?” I asked, jokingly. He sighed, wincing again when his diaphragm expanded. “I’m kidding,” I said, “we were both scared, Spencer.”
The room was quiet after that. I leaned my battered head forward on top of his hand, using it as a makeshift pillow. I heard Spencer gasp when he noticed the bandages on the back of my head.
“I thought you died last night,” Spencer whispered. I could hear the break in his voice and envision the tears in his eyes without so much as lifting my head.
“For a couple minutes, so did I,” I answered quietly. I lifted my head to look at him. “But, I didn’t.”
Spencer smiled, cupping my face with one of his hands. “You didn’t.”
“And neither did you,” I said, offering him a playful poke on the thigh. He suppressed another laugh, leaning back further into the hospital bed. “Well, I should probably let you get some rest,” I said. I leaned back from the bed, easing myself further down into my wheelchair.
“Where are you going to go?” Spencer asked, with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t think you’re exactly fit to travel.”
“I’m going to make Luke find me a vending machine, because I am starving. Do you want anything?” Deja vu from before this all started, from our late-night back in the bullpen, hit me like a truck:
“Considering neither of us are making any groundbreaking discoveries, I’m gonna run to the vending machine. Do you want anything?” I swiveled my chair back around in his direction, awaiting his reply.
He looked up for a moment, seeming to give it some thought before shaking his head. “No thanks, Y/N. I really appreciate the offer, though.” He gave me a small nod.
“No problem, brainiac. I’ll be back in a few.”
Spencer seemed to recall the memory too. “You know what, this time, I think I’ll take you up on that.”
I smiled, turning towards the door. “Luke!” I shouted. In a few moments, the door burst open.
“What's wrong?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow with his hand on his pistol. Clearly he thought my call for him was of a much more serious nature.
“We really want something to eat,” I said with a smile, which Spencer mirrored with full enthusiasm.
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This has been so fun to write, I can't wait to do more in the future. Don't be afraid to lmk what you think <3
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