So I parked a block down near my neighbors house in a well thought out effort to surprise Natalie on a strange Wednesday night. Working overnight at the Downtown Post Office had left our relationship void of some much needed “us” time.
Asking the boss for a night off was more of a requirement than a favor. He saw the stress in my eyes. It’s been building. The days of arguing and fighting over miniscule topics was getting to me in the worst way. He understood.
After punching out at 11:00p and stopping at the local liquor store to grab her favorite bottle of Moscato, I found myself standing in front of our wooden door fumbling with my keys by 11:40p. Hopefully her nightly schedule of Atlanta Celebrity Housewives at 11:30p held true, in which case she’d be sitting on the couch in the cherry silk bathrobe I got her for Valentine’s day two years expired.
The key burst through the lock and the air smelled of grapefruit juice and vanilla air freshener. Of course, her 4 inch heels were left haphazardly in the short walkway which led to the foyer. The beautiful butterscotch leather jacket was tossed recklessly over the chair back and her purse dangled harmlessly from the same chair.
My eyes scoured the room and the fluorescent glow from the large HDTV informed me that in fact her show was televised and I was right on time. The back of her head peeked over our ridiculously tall couches and her flowing black ponytail dangled over the rear, unadvised of my presence. The volume was much too loud for my slight noises to be recognized. Her head titled back just a touch. Her mouth opened slightly as if life was moving in slow motion. Laughter must be forming I thought to myself as I watched her mannerisms. I strolled forward in my blue and white one piece suit, dusted from the few hours I did put in at the office and as I reached her and stretched out my hand to touch the golden brown skin on her shoulder, I peered down.
The chocolate dude kneeling in front of her looked up at me, as if I didn’t belong here. As if I was in the wrong location. As if I was trespassing on his territory. Trespassing on his time.
The worlds pause button was enacted as the volume of ideas danced through my head like kids around a Christmas Tree. Their voices were audible. Faded. Garbled. Mangled, even. But definitely audible.
Natalie looked up with one word leaving her mouth.
“Baby?!”
So I ask RR readers, what are your thoughts on this type of situation? What was I to do?
Whoop that dude ass!!! I mean jus sayn that wuld b mah 1st reaction, evn tho dha real issue is w dha girlfriend...
ReplyDeleteSee I was thinking the same thing, but then I had an epiphany. If the shoe was on the other foot, I might have done the same thing, so I can't really be mad, at the big picture.
ReplyDeleteYou can't blame that dude. Females are notorious for trying to pull of some miraculous stunts. What you walked in on, had been going on for quite some time. You'll say "Hustle, how you figure?" There is NO WAY, a woman would invite ANOTHER man into the crib if they were early in their "relationship". This dude has been around a while. Sure he may have known, but I can guarantee that when he mentioned it, which he did, she will say something along the lines of "Dont worry about him." Now is he the villain for saying, "Alright cool, forget him then." Nope. Your girl in the one who invited him over, told him what she wanted to do, opened the door when he got there, wore the silk gown that YOU bought her and did everything she could to please HIM. He's just happen to be the illustration of your relationship frustrations.
ReplyDeleteClearly there wasnt any communication going on in this relationship. He obviously wasnt making her feel wanted or taking care of his responsiblities at home. So what is she to do? The saying goes What you won't do someone else will. If this was a situation where the boyfriend got caught, you would see NO problem with it. You'd be quick to blame the girlfriend for not tending to HIS needs and doing what she is suppose to do as a girlfriend. So how ever long that affair was going on, he was also neglecting his duties for that amount of time. I can understand the struggle of his work hours. But, its very important to make time for one another in a relationship. Im in no way condoning what she did. I think its both their faults.
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