Waiting For The Other Shoe to Drop: Part 34

When I
made it to David’s place, I was overwrought. Looking over my shoulder every
time I heard a noise, felt a breeze or just felt as if something was lurking in
the shadows. I jumped, ready to pounce. Taking the elevator up to David’s, I
wondered what had I done to deserve this bullshit? Not to whine and pretend
that I’m Miss Innocent. But Karma – haven’t I suffered enough?

Before I
could knock on the door, David opened it. Normally, I would’ve hugged and
kissed my man. Something was different and I didn’t want my lips anywhere on
him.

“What’s
going on, Mimi?”

I threw
the note under his nose. “How about you tell me? What’s going on with you and
this bitch, David?”

“Nothing,
not now anyway.”

“Not.
Now. Anyway?! The fuck does that mean?”

“You need
to calm down,” he said and looked at me as if I were a stranger. As if I was
the one who had let another man fuck me and stalk him. He was the motherfucking
stranger. He was the one who made me an unwilling participant in a ménage a
trois. And I needed to calm down?

“Calm down? Tell me this, if the shoe was on the other foot and you were
getting notes on your car – what would you do?”

“Mimi. .
.”

“Answer
the damned question,” I boomed. “This shit, right here, the lying, the
stalking, the hoes in hiding, I don’t do this very well and I’m not doing this
with you.”

This motherfucker
shrugged. You know the kind of shrug you get when you as –French fries or onion
ring. Oh. Hell. No! I stopped moving, breathing and for a second my heart
stopped. “Fine.” I started for the door. I wasn’t going to give him a chance to
see the tears of disappointment and anger that welled up in my eyes.

“Wait,”
he said. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

I whirled
around, my cheek flaming with white hot hate. “Try the truth. Want me to define
that for you because you seem to be having a problem with it.”

“You and
me, I never expected this. Never knew I was going to come back home to find you
. . .”

“Then the
note is true? You came back for that bitch? Was I a speed bump, David?”

“No, not
at all. Just damn. I fucked up, OK.”

My mind
screamed, it’s not OK. The tears fell, I couldn’t hold them back and I couldn’t
hide my pain from him. I felt like one of those spaghetti spine heroine in an eighties Lifetime movie. Get it
together, Mimi! “That’s all you got?”

“What
else do you want? I’m sorry, I can’t change the past. I was selfish and
ungrateful.”

“You know
what you are?” Even I was surprised by the calmness in my voice. “You’re a
snake ass bastard. You made me believe in you because you said I don’t lie. You
said you had nothing to hide and I believed you.”

“Mimi, I didn’t mean  . . .”

“To GET
CAUGHT! You didn’t mean for your porky jump off to stalk me. And you surely
didn’t mean for me to find out that I was fucking community dick.”

My mama
always told me to keep my hands to myself and in that moment, I wished that
lesson hadn’t stuck. I wanted nothing more than to pick up David’s lamp and
bash his face in. Selfish. Ungrateful. Bastard.

“I ain’t
shit,” he whispered. “I never meant to hurt you.”

I needed
him to stop talking. I couldn’t listen to any more excuses. You don’t accidentally
hurt people. It’s a choice. He made his choice and I was making mine. I was
going to walk away. Storming out of the front door, it became clear to me that
I’m a girl who should walk alone with a pocket full of rechargeable batteries. If
I do a relationship wrong, I end up alone. If I do a relationship right, I end
up alone.



I could’ve
forgiven David and tried to rebuild the trust. Walking out on him had been the
hardest decision I could make, but what choice did I have? This drama was for
the fucking birds. But if that bitch touched my car again, I’d shoot her hefty
ass.