I figured that I would take my sister’s advice and pour myself a tall glass of wine and relax while I waited for Justin to get home, so I could apologize for doing the most and freaking out on him.
The next morning
I wished I could call into work this morning because I was exhausted as hell, but I couldn’t do that to my students. I had a full schedule and tons of work to do. The kids that I was scheduled to meet with depended on me, so I couldn’t leave them hanging by not going in. The reason I was so restless was my own fault anyway. When I hung up with Dawn last night, I took her advice and drank sangria while I binge watchedLittle Fires Everywhereon Hulu waiting on Justin to get back home.
Since Tate was with Dawn, I didn’t expect Justin to be gone long, but to my surprise he got in at almost three this morning. I pretended to be asleep, but I wasn’t. I tried not to say anything because I didn’t want to get into it with him, especially on a day when he had to go into work, but I just couldn’t help myself.Justin’s job was dangerous, and he needed to be on top of his game whenever he was on the schedule.
Throughout the night, I kept dozing off and waking back up not being able to sleep because I was worried about what he was doing. I even tried calling him a few times, but he never answered any of my calls. As a result, I cried damn near the whole time as I laid in bed watching the clock, waiting to see what time he would get home.
When I heard the garage door opening then him coming up the stairs, I really tried hard to pretend like I was asleep. But when he came tiptoeing into the bedroom, making a beeline for the bathroom, I had to say something.
“So, that’s what we doin’ now? Staying out all night is a habit for you I see.”
“Excuse me?!”
“Where in the fuck have you been all night, Justin?” I roared as my entire body started to shake because I was so upset.
“The fuck! You scared the shit out of me. I thought you were asleep.” Justin replied as he scurried into the bathroom then started stripping out of his clothes.
Jumping in the shower, he proceeded to bathe as I stood there waiting for him to answer my question. After a few minutes passed of him blatantly ignoring me, I snapped out.
“So, you just gon’ act like you didn’t hear my question?”
“Ava, please, don’t start. All I’m trying to do is get dressed and ready for work in peace.”
“Peace? Fuck yo peace, nigga! Where THE FUCK were you all night?”
“At one of my boy’s house,” he responded with an attitude.
“Who? Which boy?” I asked.
“Why does that even matter?”
“Which one of your boys, Justin?”
“Frank, why?”
“Hurry yo ass up in that shower ‘cause when you get out, I want you to call Frank and prove to me that’s where you were all fucking night.”
“I bet I don’t! You fucking crazy woman. It’s three in the damn morning, and you talkin’ about callin’ somebody to prove some shit to you. You need to chill the fuck out!”
“Nah, nigga, you need to chill. You think I’m a fool, J. Ain’t no way in hell you been sittin’ up with a hard leg all damn night long.”
“The fuck are you talking about, Ava? I swear all the insecurity shit you on is a bad look for you, ma. Ain’t nobody said I was sittin’ up with him all night. Hell, I was tired than a motherfucker and ended up falling asleep. I didn’t plan on staying gone as long as I did, but shit, it is what it is now.”
“It is what it is, huh! Wow! Why get married if you feel like you can come and go as you please?”
“I’m a grown ass motherfucking man, got damnit!” Justin yelled as he stepped out of the shower and into my face, water running down his body and all. The floor was slippery, and he slightly slid into me because he was moving so fast.
“Why’d you get married, if you feel like this?”
“Shit, you got me questioning that shit to death right now. I knew you were insecure, but damn I thought we were past feeling like that. You wanted me to settle down and do right by us, so I married your ass. Took you on a honeymoon and even took an extra week off of work just to be with yo ass!” he snapped, pointing to my forehead with his forefinger as he yelled. “And that’s still not good enough, motherfucka!”
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me like that!” I scoffed, slapping his hand away from my face. “I didn’t make you do shit. You were the one that claimed you wanted to fight for our relationship and proposed to me! I didn’t make you do shit.”
“Shit, I can’t tell. I did what I felt I needed to do to get you back. Had I known that once we got married, I was going to have to give my entire life up and make every fucking thing about yo ass, I would’ve thought twice. Now, move the fuck out of my face so I can get ready for work.”
“Fuck you, Justin!”
