“Back at you, babe. You’re a real piece of work. The last thing I need is to be going to work with my energy off. Yo ass just won’t let the fuck up.”
“You a piece of work, too, nigga! You not wanting to call Frank says all that I need to know.”
“What you sayin’, got damnit?”
“That you weren’t with no hard leg. You were with a bitch!”
“Wasn’t nobody with a female. I swear you should go see a counselor for your issues.”
Getting dressed in record time, he grabbed his wallet, cellphone, and keys then stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door so hard that it popped back open.
I was so upset that I couldn’t even follow him. The things that had come flying out of his mouth had me fucked all the way up. The way that my mouth had hit the floor by him saying the things we had said had me stuck. Just him being super defensive had me on guard. I had called him a couple of times last night, but his phone kept going straight to voicemail, and he never called me back once. He didn’t even bother texting me to let me know that he was okay. Justin was full of shit.
Making it to the bathroom, I saw that Justin left his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, so I picked them up and threw them in the clothes hamper. Seeing that the hamper was full, I took it out of the bathroom so that I could carry it to the laundry room. I had at least two hours before I needed to leave for work, and I needed to calm my nerves because I was on ten, so Idecided to get a head start on the laundry and wash a load before leaving out.
I took the clothes that I had on off to add them to the load. Since there were a ton of dark colored clothes, I figured I’d start with them. As I was sorting out the clothes, checking them to make sure there wasn’t anything in any of the pockets that would mess up my brand-new Samsung washing machine, I came to the jogging pants that Justin had on when he left last night. As soon as I felt the side of the pants, I knew what it was and when I looked there was a Magnum wrapper in the pocket. Annnnnd, not only was the wrapper torn open, but it was empty!
That sorry son of a bitch! I knew it! I knew his sorry monkey ass had been up to no good, talkin’ about he was at his friend Frank’s house. Frank’s house my big ass!
Instantly, I felt sick to my stomach. I couldn’t do anything but cry. I knew it. I knew that I had been feeling a type of way for a reason. My gut never steered me wrong ever! Instead of putting the rest of the clothes in the washing machine, I went back into the bedroom and grabbed my phone so that I could call Justin. Just as before, his phone went straight to voicemail. Since he wasn’t answering my phone calls, I decided to take a picture of the condom wrapper and send it to him in a text with a message that read:you one sorry, lyin’ ass son of a bitch!
I was so distraught and upset, all I could do was drop to the floor and weep. I couldn’t show up to his job and risk getting arrested. And I couldn’t go off on him because he wasn’t answering my calls, so all I could do was cry out of anger, frustration and hurt. I couldn’t believe that Justin would be so malicious and step out on our marriage like that. Then just like a man, he didn’t even make sure to dot his I’s and cross his T’s to ensure that he wouldn’t get caught. Coming up in our home with a used condom wrapper in his pockets… what a disgrace!
It didn’t even matter that he was smart enough to use a condom. Just the fact that he felt he had to lie to my face and lay up with another woman was so disrespectful and fucked up on his part. I knew I was feeling that he was being distant with me for a reason. I just freaking knew it! I couldn’t believe that my husband had stormed out of the house yesterday talking about he needed some space just so that he could go and fuck on some bitch.
After I sat around for an hour feeling sorry for myself, my alarm clock on my cellphone went off just as it did every day at five, so that I could get up to get ready for work. Figuring I didn’t have much time to continue to wallow over Justin and his shady ass, I went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. After showering and getting dressed, I grabbed my cellphone to see if he texted me back, and of course, he didn’t.
I knew that once he saw the condom wrapper in my message, it would prompt his ass to call me, but he didn’t. That was probably because he knew his ass was wrong and didn’t want to hear what I had to say about it.
Leaving out and heading to work, I wasn’t up for calling and talking to Dawn this morning. I hoped she enjoyed her date with Tate, but I really didn’t want to hear about the fun she had last night when I was home alone crying like a fool while my husband was out cheating on me. Same with Shane. When we talked yesterday, he mentioned that he was expecting company. I wasn’t up to hear his jovial ass brag about getting dicked down when my ass was feeling like shit. Instead of calling either one of them, I chose to drive to work in silence with nothing but my thoughts running rampant through my head.
Making it to work, I headed for the entrance, and just like clockwork, Kevin opened the door and held it for me.
“Good morning, Ava.”
“Hey, Kevin.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I replied, keeping it very short.
To say that I was feeling emotional would be an understatement, but I had to keep my emotions in check as best as I could. I couldn’t get to my office fast enough. Closing my office door then plopping down in my chair at my desk, I instantly broke down crying. I was feeling a mixture of disappointment, anger, hurt and embarrassment all at once and was having a hard time containing it. I didn’t know why I was feeling embarrassed, I guess it was because I felt like a fool. In that moment, I started to question everything; my marriage, me. Like, why was I not enough for my husband?
Taking a Kleenex out of the box on my desk, I wiped the tears from my eyes and face then grabbed my makeup bag that I carried in my purse. Taking out my compact and looking in the mirror, I saw that my eyes were red and puffy, and my face looked flushed. Applying a little powder foundation to my face and Visine in my eyes, I tried my best to mask how I was feeling. Just as I was putting on some lip gloss, there was a knock on my office door.
“Just a second!” I hollered, wondering who it could be because I wasn’t due to see my first student until after second period.
Before I could reach the door to open it, the door opened and Kevin walked in. Closing the door behind him, he looked into my eyes with a concerned look on his face.
“I hate to be intrusive, but I had to come see if you were okay. You look like you had a rough night and not in a good way. You know you can talk to me?”
Taking a deep breath, I hesitated before I said anything. I knew that it was inappropriate for me to be talking to Kevin, especially about my personal life but fuck it. I had so much on my mind it felt like it was going to explode. I already knewwhat Dawn and Shane were going to say, especially since before Justin and I got married, they both kept asking me if I was sure that I wanted to get married after everything that me and Justin had been through.
I kept convincing my sister and Shane that things were never better between Justin and I and went ahead and married his ass when I knew I shouldn’t have. Now look at me, feeling like shit ‘cause he had been out all night with another woman. Who was to say that he was really with Tate last week when he was out and coming in late as hell? He was more than likely using Tate as an escape goat and of course Tate would stick up for him so there was no use in even approaching him about it.
“Ava, what’s going on? I know we usually don’t talk about anything personal, but you do know that you can talk to me about anything. I promise this is a no judgement zone.”
Walking back to my desk, I sat back down in my office chair, dropped my head in my hands, then started crying. I couldn’t help the feelings that were coursing through me, and when I tried to open my mouth to speak, it was like my emotions were welled up in my chest and just poured out in tears. Ugh! I hated feeling like this.
