Meet Sadie
✦ ANNE HATHAWAY, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ✦ SADIE GAUTHIER the FOURTY year old has been in Hidehill for TEN YEARS. Whispers on the streets are that the OWNER OF BLOOMING TRAILS who lives in HARTLEY AVENUE are said to be AMBITIOUS and OBSESSIVE but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. { MANDY, 36, PST, SHE/HER }
full name: sadie louise gauthier gender and pronouns: cisfemale she/her age and dob: 40, November 12 1982 residence: hartley avenue time living in hidehill: 10 years occupation: owner of blooming trails faceclaim: Anne Hathaway positive attributes: ambitious, independent, protective negative attributes: obsessive, perfectionist, recovering alcoholic
BACKGROUND
The most consistant praise throughout Sadie's childhood was that she was such a well tempered, happy child. It seemed as if anger were an emotion she simply couldn't hold onto for more than a few fleeting moments. She slept through the night the day her parent's brought her home from the hospital, seemed to skip the terrible twos and threes stages that everyone warned about. Even the hormonal preteen and teen stages had been shockingly easy, growing pains and first heartbreaks lead to soft tears and her pouring her heart out to a safe place. But she was never angry. Tired yes, anxious, sad, lonely, annoyed...but never that anger that roiled in your belly, that made your body temperature rise. Her truest true love was botany, she was only five when her mother began letting her take control of the garden, her green thumb having made itself known. She could save a plant moments away from demise, could coax buds out of the most stubborn soil.
In college she met Levi, who seemed to be as unable to hold onto anger as she was. He was the epitome of a golden retreiver boyfriend, in school to become a veterinarian. The kindest, most genuine soul she'd ever known. They'd only been twenty-three when they got engaged, but Sadie had been so sure down to her bones that he was her forever person. Forever shattered three days before Thanksgiving, when the phone rang and ruined every future she'd ever hoped for. An attempted mugging, once of so many in New York City...but this one had ended with a knife slicing through arteries...with Levi's blood staining the sidewalk well before an ambulance could get there.
Sadie finally knew anger. An anger that ate pits into her spirit, that felt like it was rearranging her very bones. She'd always been a one glass of wine with dinner woman, but now she was wine...tequila...vodka slipped into her orange juice at work. Functioning sober hurt too badly and so she just stopped doing it. It took two years for the people around her to start realizing she was in trouble, to start fighting for her in a way she was not willing to fight for herself. At the time she hated them for it, wanted them to let her drink herself into oblivion. But when her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, she finally went to rehab. It was a deal she made with god. Don't let her mother die and Sadie would be the best damn recovered alcoholic, the picture perfect of a person coming back from the edge. And damned if her mother didn't make it to remission a year later.
A relapse hit Sadie shortly after, and it took another year for her to admit she needed to go back to rehab. At 30 she realized that maintaining sobriety in New York was not a realistic option for her. She couldn't keep healing when she felt like she was living in the empty imprint of the life she was supposed to have with Levi. It didn't make sense...why Nashville of all places called her. Or maybe it did make sense...that the little town of hidehill, chugging along trying to shake off the darkness of it's past history would feel like the right place for her to reclaim a new future for herself. Blooming Trails became her pride and joy as she set up shop in the town, which was truly beginning to put itself on the map again when she was first settling in.
If she'd known that darkness and death was going to turn out to be inescapable maybe she would have just let the liquor have her. But these days she clings to the obsessive need to be the perfect recovered alcoholic no matter how badly the world around her is burning down.
