about?” Quinton asks. He probably thinks I’m crazy with the up and down moods I’m experiencing, but I don’t care. Maybe I am a little crazy. And if I am crazy, then I love the feeling.
“I’m happy because I’ve had the best time thanks to you. I’ve also made some decisions. I don’t really want to say anything out loud yet, but let’s just say that I’ve realized that it is time for me to grow up and stop allowing other people to decide my future. I love the way I felt today and I want to feel like this every day. I know there is only one way I’ll be able to do that.” I smile again and he winks at me as if he knows exactly what I am saying.
I know that I’ve only known Quinton for a few days, but in this short amount of time I’ve felt more like myself than I’ve ever felt in my entire twenty-eight years of life. We seem to have a strange connection that I cannot explain. He seems to know me better than Daryn and Daryn and I have been together for years. I don’t know if I want a relationship with Quinton, but I do know that I enjoy his company and I can see us becoming great friends. Maybe even friends with benefits, I think to myself. Never would I have ever considered starting a purely physical relationship with someone with no commitments before, but that person wasn’t really me. That was who I was expected to be.
“Good.” That one simple word makes me smile even brighter. He doesn’t question me or try to analyze what I’ve told him. He’s listens and accepts what I’ve said without judgment. He hasn’t said that he doesn’t believe that I’ll do what I’m saying or offer me other alternatives. I feel like he believes in me and my decisions and will only offer his opinion if I ask for it.
I’m taken away from thoughts of Quinton by my vibrating cell phone. I had forgotten all about it. But reality hits me squarely in the face when I see that I’ve missed several calls from Daryn, Neesa, Mrs. Bryant, and a few unknown numbers. The vibrating is a text from Neesa.
Neesa: Where are you?
Me: On my way home. Is there something wrong?
Neesa: Why haven’t you answered your phone?
Me: What’s going on, Neesa?
Neesa: Have you seen the news or are you around a television?
Neesa is never this vague so I get worried that something has happened. I had turned my phone off and left it in Quinton’s truck when we’d went in to see the animals and hadn’t thought to check it until I got the text from Neesa. I have a feeling that I won’t like what Neesa is about to tell me and I am sure it isn’t something I want to hear through a text message so instead of texting Neesa again, I call her.
When she picks up I ask her about the vague messages and she is hesitant to tell me anything. My mind immediately thinks that maybe one of my family members has been hurt and she assures me that that isn’t the case. What she does tell me makes me sick to my stomach and I now see why she didn’t want to come out and say it in a text message. She knew I would call. After she is finished telling me what she knows, we say our goodbyes and she tells me that she’ll be at home in about fifteen minutes and I tell that I’ll see her there.
“Shit!” I practically scream and sob at the same time. Quinton looks over at me and grabs my hand. He doesn’t ask what the call is about, but he squeezes my hand as if he is assuring me that I can tell him anything. I look straight ahead at the cars zooming along to their destinations and recall what Neesa has just told me. I now know why Daryn wanted me to come by his office after my doctor’s appointment. I now know why he decided to propose to me when he did. I now know why it was so important for Daryn to find out sooner than later about his partnership with his firm. I now know that this was all his mother’s idea to have her son’s life all wrapped up and tied in a nice little bow. It was all so the media would see the Bryant family as a stable,
“I’m happy because I’ve had the best time thanks to you. I’ve also made some decisions. I don’t really want to say anything out loud yet, but let’s just say that I’ve realized that it is time for me to grow up and stop allowing other people to decide my future. I love the way I felt today and I want to feel like this every day. I know there is only one way I’ll be able to do that.” I smile again and he winks at me as if he knows exactly what I am saying.
I know that I’ve only known Quinton for a few days, but in this short amount of time I’ve felt more like myself than I’ve ever felt in my entire twenty-eight years of life. We seem to have a strange connection that I cannot explain. He seems to know me better than Daryn and Daryn and I have been together for years. I don’t know if I want a relationship with Quinton, but I do know that I enjoy his company and I can see us becoming great friends. Maybe even friends with benefits, I think to myself. Never would I have ever considered starting a purely physical relationship with someone with no commitments before, but that person wasn’t really me. That was who I was expected to be.
“Good.” That one simple word makes me smile even brighter. He doesn’t question me or try to analyze what I’ve told him. He’s listens and accepts what I’ve said without judgment. He hasn’t said that he doesn’t believe that I’ll do what I’m saying or offer me other alternatives. I feel like he believes in me and my decisions and will only offer his opinion if I ask for it.
I’m taken away from thoughts of Quinton by my vibrating cell phone. I had forgotten all about it. But reality hits me squarely in the face when I see that I’ve missed several calls from Daryn, Neesa, Mrs. Bryant, and a few unknown numbers. The vibrating is a text from Neesa.
Neesa: Where are you?
Me: On my way home. Is there something wrong?
Neesa: Why haven’t you answered your phone?
Me: What’s going on, Neesa?
Neesa: Have you seen the news or are you around a television?
Neesa is never this vague so I get worried that something has happened. I had turned my phone off and left it in Quinton’s truck when we’d went in to see the animals and hadn’t thought to check it until I got the text from Neesa. I have a feeling that I won’t like what Neesa is about to tell me and I am sure it isn’t something I want to hear through a text message so instead of texting Neesa again, I call her.
When she picks up I ask her about the vague messages and she is hesitant to tell me anything. My mind immediately thinks that maybe one of my family members has been hurt and she assures me that that isn’t the case. What she does tell me makes me sick to my stomach and I now see why she didn’t want to come out and say it in a text message. She knew I would call. After she is finished telling me what she knows, we say our goodbyes and she tells me that she’ll be at home in about fifteen minutes and I tell that I’ll see her there.
“Shit!” I practically scream and sob at the same time. Quinton looks over at me and grabs my hand. He doesn’t ask what the call is about, but he squeezes my hand as if he is assuring me that I can tell him anything. I look straight ahead at the cars zooming along to their destinations and recall what Neesa has just told me. I now know why Daryn wanted me to come by his office after my doctor’s appointment. I now know why he decided to propose to me when he did. I now know why it was so important for Daryn to find out sooner than later about his partnership with his firm. I now know that this was all his mother’s idea to have her son’s life all wrapped up and tied in a nice little bow. It was all so the media would see the Bryant family as a stable,
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