By Jada Am I happy? No. Am I leaving? No. Do I close my eyes, hold my breath, and clinch the seam in my skirt hoping that the truth will miss me? Yes. But the truth never misses me. I know my man is cheating on me. How do I know you ask? I know because he told me.
He did that damn dance of denial for the first three years of our marriage until I discovered her stank a$$ panties tucked inside my pillow case. Can you believe that bullshit? I couldn’t either. I snapped. I almost knocked him out with the porcelin flower vase on our night stand….in my mind that is.
Really, I just asked him how could you…You dirty, non-committal, dum a$$, evil, motha-fuc!a. Guess what he said….I’m sorry. Husband….Fu#@ your sorry because you Fu(@ed me everytime I closed my eyes, held my breath, and clinched the seam in my skirt hoping that the truth that I knew way before now would miss me.
Am I happy? No? Am I leaving? No? Am I healing? Yes.
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