That was the last thing I expected her to ask me. I swallowed down a lump. I wondered if it was odd that I was hoping her and Isaac were good. Their love gave me hope. “I stopped being naïve about it when he cheated, but I noticed little things before that. Like we weren’t having sex as much, and when we did, it wasn’t the same. He stopped being affectionate. The signs were there, and I peeped game. I just didn’t want to accept it.”
“Isaac and I haven’t been having issues long enough for me to notice any of those things, but he’s been pissed with me for the last week. He’ll barely say two words to me. I mean, I guess I have noticed some of those things because he won’t even talk to me much less kiss me.”
“Not the same.” I placed concealer underneath her brow. “Our lack of affection and sex lasted for months. It lasted even when we were good. If Isaac is mad, then he’s just doing what some mad people do. You guys have been together for a minute. I know this isn’t your first argument. Is this the longest an argument has ever lasted?”
“It’s the first time he basically accused me of cheating. A high school boyfriend reached out and asked me how I was doing. He told me his fiancée died, and I can tell it’s really bothering him. I’ve checked on a few times, and Isaac swears he’s trying to weasel his way into some pussy. The fact that he even thinks I’d do that is a slap in the face.”
“The male ego is very fragile,” I replied thinking about my own drama with Corey over the weekend. “I don’t know Isaaclike that, and I can’t speak for him but even in his jealousy, I hope he has to know deep down that you wouldn’t do that. I can attest to the fact that you are a very nice person, and I’m sure he knows that better than anyone.”
“I just hate having all this tension in the house. Isaac is literally my best friend. Him being upset with me is torture, but I stand on the fact that I didn’t do anything, and he doesn’t have a reason to be angry. I’m even wondering if he’s trying to pick an argument because he wants to cheat and not feel guilty about it.”
Her theory wasn’t an impossible one, but I just didn’t want it to be true. I knew firsthand how bad being cheated on hurt, and London didn’t deserve that. “I think you guys need to sit down and talk. I’m talking about a real conversation. Lay it all out on the table and don’t anything back.”
“He’s just not acting like himself, and I hate feeling like I’m kissing his ass. But maybe I was wrong for communicating with my ex and not telling him. I can get how that made me look sneaky.”
“See,” I smiled. “Tell him that, and I bet he puts his guard down. He just needs to cool off and think rationally.”
London didn’t appear to be too convinced, but she didn’t object to my advice. I did her makeup in silence for a bit before she spoke again. “Would you like to come with me to a brunch Friday? We’re going to be filming, but it should only take about two hours. You can be my plus one.”
My jaw slacked. “Filming? I’m not a WAG.”
“You don’t have to be to come on as a friend of mine. You’re beautiful, so I know you’re not worried about how you’ll look on television. And the women that I’m filming with, all but one of them are self-centered narcissists. They’ll spend so much time talking about themselves, you won’t have to say anything.”
“I’m not sure,” I admitted with a racing heart. Just the thought of being on television made me nervous. Since Alisa letme work from home, I could go to brunch. That wasn’t an issue. But television? Me?
“Please think about it,” London clasped her hands together. “I used to think that I’d never be asked back to do season two because I’m not with drama, but those hoes are so childish and petty. It takes the patience of Job for me not to curse one of them out most days. Tomorrow, we’re going to a fake ass grand opening for Mya’s spa. That bitch is broke and doesn’t have the money for a spa. She probably had to take out all kinds of loans. And if she did that’s her business, but the way she looks down on others makes my ass itch.”
“You’re supposed to be talking me into being around the group not turning me off from it,” I giggled.
“Please think about it. I know you didn’t sign up to be on reality TV, but if you make more than one appearance as my guest, I can negotiate pay into your contract. It won’t be a lot, probably no more than $1,000 an episode, but it’s better than nothing.”
“I’ll think about it,” I assured her.
I didn’t feel intimidated at the game sitting among the wives and girlfriends, but being on television was a different ball game. I didn’t fit the WAG esthetic. More than likely, I’d be the only one at the table without a Birkin or Chanel bag. The moment anyone talked down to me and treated me less than because of what I didn’t have would be the day that I had to act an ass, and I for sure didn’t want to be portrayed like that on TV.
“That’s all I ask,”
London got a phone call, and my mind flashed back to the argument that I had with Corey while I was at Hymn’s home. When he was downstairs, Corey called. Once again, I was reluctant to answer, but my daughters were with him. That was the deciding factor.
“Fuck you doing on a private jet?” he spat as soon as I said hello. “That’s why you couldn’t say yes to my proposal? You broke your kids’ hearts and embarrassed me in front of my family because you want to be a bop.”
Corey was blocked from all my social media pages, so either he had a fake page, or one of his lame ass family members was going back telling him what I posted. He didn’t have to like it. Of course, he wouldn’t. But I was so sick of him flipping the narrative and making everything my fault.
“Yeah, because you cheating wasn’t enough to break their hearts. You can play victim and Mr. Nice Guy all you want to, but you and I know what’s real. You embarrassed yourself because I’ve told you more than once more than twice, I’m done.”
“Whose private jet were you on, and where are you?” he inquired sounding mad enough to spit nails.
“None of your business,” I stated lowly through clenched teeth. I could hear Hymn downstairs talking to someone, and I wanted our conversation to be wrapped up before he came back upstairs. Despite Hymn being understanding every time I vented to him about my drama, I refused to keep bringing it to him. The shit was draining. I’d probably be turned off if every time I spoke to a man, he was bitching about his ex.
“Football games, wearing makeup all of a sudden, on private jets and shit. Yeah, you want me to get the girls on the weekends, so you can go out and be a hoe.”
Complete and utter disgust flowed through my veins. “You are one lame individual, and the fact that it took me seven years to realize that is insane on my behalf. I want you to get the girls on the weekends because they miss you and want to spend time with you.”
“I tried to get them back home with me, but you’re too busy out being a city girl. Don’t make me take you to court for custody.”
“Do it. I hope you win,” I lied. Corey would do whatever he could to have me miserable, down, and out. I wanted him to be more hands on with the girls, but I didn’t want him to have full custody, and he knew that. Corey wanted me to break, but I was tired of sulking over him. It wasn’t bitterness or anger that made me call him a lame. That’s just what he was, and I was beyond annoyed at how vile he was. I’d do joint custody with him for sure, but he didn’t want that. I knew he didn’t.
“I’m glad you’re showing me the real you.”
