|It was a fairytale beginning
for Charlotte York when Trey MacDougal's cab screeched
to a stop in the street practically on top of her prostrate
form. Charlotte was a damsel in distress, he, a knight
in a yellow cab. Trey is a Park Avenue cardiologist with
blue blood and deep brown eyes. With his pedigree comes
social status, a country house and lots of money. Add
to that chiseled chin his perfectly coiffed hair and he
is the stuff that dreams (especially Charlotte's) are
He also has exceptional manners. Now that may not seem
so important on the Manhattan dating scene but to properly-raised
Charlotte, they are more of an aphrodisiac than raw
oysters and Champagne. Witness Trey's conduct in a crisis
- offering a hankie to his wife after a certain embarrassing
moment. Although perhaps asking for the dry-cleaning
bill was a BIT much.
Alas, marrying into the MacDougal clan does have its
disadvantages. While on the surface Trey seems to be
Charlotte's perfect match, their marital problems began
before they could even embark on their honeymoon. And
after time, counseling, some "Juggs" magazines,
and a brief break-up, the wind swept up the sails and
Trey's ship returned to sea.
Dr. and Mrs. MacDougal had other obstacles to conquer.
Trey, it seems, is a bit "Bunny" whipped and
Mama MacDougal refused to hand her son over to Charlotte.
From duck decoys to cold remedies, Bunny begrudgingly
relinquished control over her son. Her tendencies to
barge into the connubial bedchamber and sit beside him
during bath time did not help matters much. And as if
all of this was not enough to produce marital strife
their struggle to conceive made things even more difficult.
The hormone shots and ovulation kits began to take their
toll. While Charlotte was even more determined to have
a baby, Trey began to question whether all of the effort
is worth the stress on their marriage and lifestyle.
Trey just didn't seem to understand who Charlotte is.
This was never more apparent than when he returned home
one night with a cardboard baby. Trey's clueless idea
of a joke. The miscommunication continued until Trey
announced that he was moving back in with his mother.
With great sorrow, Charlotte and Trey separated. He
was, as always, a gentleman and left her the apartment
she had so lovingly redone, but sadly, Trey was gone.
- from HBO.com