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Spank eased his way back into the house but had more of a difficult time working his way back into my heart. I was having a good time in my singleness and was getting the attention I yearned for. I was hanging out more and more and could see his clear disgust with it. Everything was going smoothly with the divorce proceedings but the more I pulled away the more he wanted us to work things out. I am so confused! I don’t know how to take his actions. Does he love me or is it all about control?
My new friend and I decided we were going to go out this particular night. I was excited because I was anticipating a very nice evening. I was primping and prepping for my date and Spank sat and watched. He didn’t like the outfit I picked out. I was going to a pool party so I had a brown and gold two piece swimming suit on with a one piece strapless Capri outfit over it. I put on my gold heels and curled my hair. My make-up was flawless. I knew I looked good. I saw him through the mirror on my dresser and he was so mad you could see smoke coming from the top of his head. I smiled inside and thought “you don’t like it so much when it’s being done to you”. He was forced to stay in the house with the baby, who had recently just turned 1. I kissed the baby and told him I would see him later.
The party was a blast. We had so much fun together. He was nothing like Spank. He danced with me (although he couldn’t dance) and talked to me. I mean we really talked and he actually listened. I was infatuated because this man was giving me the things my husband refused. I was skeptical though. I knew this was probably just game but nonetheless I still relished it while I had it. We sat in his car talking and listening to music (his musical preferences were much different than mine) and we lost track of time. It was 3:00 am! Just as I realized the time and was starting to say my good-byes my phone started ringing.
He asked “are you going to answer?”
Nope, I’m gonna do him the same way he does me. He barely answers the phone when he’s out.
Three times, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… Maybe you should answer. I don’t think he’s gonna stop. It’s getting late anyway so I’ll just talk to you tomorrow. Go ahead and go home.
NO! Our agreement was not to let the sun catch you. I still have some hours before the sun comes up. He needs to see how it feels when your spouse is out all night, long after the clubs close.
I feel you but you still have to go home to him and you don’t want him to snap. I’m getting tired anyway.
Ok! I guess you’re right. We said our good-byes and I headed to the car.
Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…. Hello –click– He hung up on me.
I walked in the house and went right to the guest room (where I had been sleeping once he moved his self back in). I closed the door and flicked on the light. I was startled to see him sitting in the chair next to the bed.
You couldn’t answer the phone huh? You was too busy with that n*&&% huh? I know you saw me calling but you gonna ignore me right. I’m sitting here with your kid and you don’t answer the phone. You dirty b—-! You dirty! You dirty!