“I don’t know, Justin. To me, that was a bit more than just some lil’ mistake. How would you feel if I would have gone out and cheated on you?”
“Babe, come on now! That isn’t fair.”
“How would you feel, Justin?” I asked, needing to know the answer.
“Babe, I’d be pissed off. But?—”
“Aht, there’s not but,” I started but he interrupted me.
“There is a, but, damn it, let me talk!” Justin shouted. “I apologized and admitted that I was wrong. Doesn’t that mean anything? How many times do I have to say that I’m sorry for you to get that I know what I did was wrong? Look, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll even go to counseling. Shit, we can go together. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I’ll never hurt you like that ever again. Babe, please, I’m literally beggin’ you here!”
Before I could say anything else, the puppy squatted and took a long piss right where Justin and I were standing.
“Look, I’ll even clean the dog piss up even though that’s your dog and your job to do.”
“I’ll clean the piss up myself if you think you deserve forgiveness that easily! You really just tried me.”
“So, what you sayin’? You don’t wanna work things out with me?” he asked as he started cleaning up after the dog.
“Ion know what I want to do honestly. I just need some more time.”
“What you mean more time? Ion think it’s healthy for our marriage to not stay in the same house and at least try.”
“I never said I was leaving. We just gon’ have to take things day by day and see what happens. I swear to you, if you pull any more bullshit, it’s a wrap.”
With that, I grabbed my overnight bag then headed upstairs to our bedroom.
JUSTIN
Icouldn’t believe Ava’s ass had pulled a whole disappearing act and been missing in action for days like that. I get that she was upset about the whole condom thing, but how were we going to be able to address it and move past the shit if she wasn’t here? Just as I had gotten back inside the house from walking the puppy I heard my cellphone ringing. Seeing that it was Shane calling, I didn’t stop what I was doing to answer because I had my hands full.
Taking the leash off the dog then putting some fresh water in his bowl, I heard my phone going off again. Huffing and puffing, I went to answer it, but by the time I made it to the phone Shane had hung up. I was starting to get frustrated because too much was happening all at once. I was trying to get the dog situated and Shane was blowing my damn phone up. The shit was starting to frustrate the hell out of me.
If Ava woulda brought her ass home, she could’ve walked and fed her own damn dog! This is why I really didn’t want the added responsibility of taking care of a pet. The only reason why I bought it was because I wanted to extend an olive branch to my wife for fucking up and getting caught. Just as fast as Shane hung up, he called back a third time.
“Dude, what’s the damn emergency?” I fumed as I watched the dog lay across the kitchen floor at my feet then turn onto his back.
“About damn time you answered! I thought you were ignoring me or something.”
“My phone was charging, and I was out walking this damn dog. You know I don’t keep my shit attached to my hip like you do.”
“Awww, look at you being all domestic and shit.”
“So, what’s the emergency? What got you calling me back to back and shit? You calling me like there’s a damn fire.”
“Nigga, there is a fire! I just hung up with your wife!” he blurted then continued. “She’s on her way home now. I hope you have your ass there ‘cause from what I gathered, she’s ready for war.”
“She called you or you called her?”
“What does that matter? Just know she should be there any minute.”
“What did she say to you?” I probed, trying to get all the information I could so that I could mentally prepare.
“Shit, she told me about what happened and all I have to say is if we’re going to continue seeing each other, you gon’ have to do better, goofy. You gon’ fuck around and her ass gon’ find out about us, and I don’t need those types of problems.”
“I know you not tryna act like us fucking around is all on me. Hell, y’all call each other besties and you fuckin’ on me without a care in the world!” I snapped, appalled that he had the nerve to call me talking shit.
The way I saw it, he was just as wrong for fucking around with me and I was for fucking on him. Shit, I knew I was her husband, but he was supposed to be her best fucking friend!
