Page 57 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

They laughed in my face again as tears fell, and Dre walked down to me.

“Rosama told me he asked you to sign the divorce papers,” Dre said softly.

“He did,” I responded.

“Ro is not feelin’ it anymore.”

“I don’t care what he is feelin’. Marriage is until death do us part.” I walked away from Dre and back to my car. “He is not walking away from me.”

I pulled away with no destination, still trying to call Rosama, but I wasn't getting an answer. I cried as I drove, feeling like shit when my dash lit up and a call came through. I had to wipe my eyes to see who it was. I was hoping it was Rosama, but it was Shyheim.

“Hello?” I said low.

“Hey, pretty girl. How are you?”

I cleared my throat. “I don’t know, to be honest. I am having a bad day.”

Shyheim paused for a second. “Are you out right now?”

“I am…”

“If I send you my address, will you come through?”

I looked out the window while I sat at a red light.

“Yeah…I guess.”

As soon as I said that, I got a ding with a message from him.

“There’s my address. Take your time getting to me.”

We hung up, and I drove to his house, the whole time thinking about me and Rosama and ways I could get him to come around to me, to us, and fix our relationship.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled up in front of his house, and as I got out of my car, he was opening his front door, walking out to meet me.

We met in the middle of his sidewalk, and he wrapped his arms around me, and my knees almost buckled.

“I fixed some pasta and got some wine,” he said softly.

I pulled away from him. “You cooked?”

He nodded with a slight smile. “I did. I was calling you to come eat with me.”

I looked at him softly, and he took me inside. As I looked around, his house was spotless and smelled like mahogany teakwood and pasta.

“Your house is nice,” I said, following him to the kitchen.

“Thank you. But I be lonely here sometimes.”

I looked up at him slightly as I took a seat at the island.

“So, how was your day?” he asked as he poured me some wine.

I shook my head. “I don’t know, my day has been a lot. My head is all over the place.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know if I should be talkin’ to you about this.”