of coming out. Naima has been gone for six weeks now. SIX! When she left, I thought it was something that would blow over, but I could not have been more wrong. She really was not playing this time and all I have to do is look at the separation papers to prove it.
Not only does she want a divorce, she called to tell me that she wants full custody of our children, as if I would fight her. Does she really expect me to dedicate my time to take care of them? I am trying to work through my own issues. Plus, I have Kaven so all is not lost. The kids were mostly for her anyway. All I ever wanted was Naima. She is beautiful inside and out, and I know I lost her because of my own stupidity.
What is a man to do in a world where women outnumber men 10 to one, and there obviously is not enough time to get with them all? I guess I am living proof of what happens when you have the most amazing woman and you do not know how to treat her. There will never be another Naima; no one will ever get even close.
There is an aura about her, that just by being around her makes you feel like a better person. I messed up bad. There will never be another Mrs. Fairchild. She will remain the only one privileged enough to carry my name. I do not know what I am going to do without her. These last six weeks have been hell.
I get depressed every morning when I wake up and she is not here. The house feels so large and empty without her in it. I never realized how much hearing her voice, seeing her smile and watching her bustle around everywhere, meant to me until she left.
Now, in this house, you can hear a pin drop. The silence is killing me. I am meeting with a realtor today. I need to move. Living here is not going to work. Everywhere I turn, I see representation of my former life, and who I used to be. I have to get outta here I think to myself as I head to my yellow Lamborghini custom-made for yours truly. I love my car. Next to Naima, she will always be the sexist female I roll with.
I am on my way to meet with my realtor to downsize, thinking about moving to the city. I love the atmosphere that Washington, D.C. offers.
My appointment is in about 20 minutes, so I decide to stop at the local, historic Ben’s Chili Bowl. I love this place. No chilidogs like the ones they have here.
As I get out of my car and proceed to walk in, I am stopped by who I assume to be a fan. Turns out, he is the best thing that has happened to me in the last six weeks.
“ Are you Kaden Fairchild the NFL player?” asks the stranger.
“ That would be me the one and only, and you are?” I say while extending my hand to him.
“ I’m Damir Collins,” he says as he returns my handshake. “Man, I used to love to watch you play. I heard about your accident a while back.”
“ Yeah, it was pretty bad. I broke my back and shattered my knee, so there went my career.” I tell him.
“ Oh, sorry to hear that. I know how a sudden career change can be devastating. I happen to be a recruiting agent for ESPN. We are currently searching for commentators in the Washington Metropolitan area. So if time permits, why don’t you give me a call at the office sometime?” He offers as he gives me his business card. “And if you’re interested we can give you some screen tests to see how you do on camera and to see if you have what it takes.”
I take his card and cannot believe my good fortune. Finally, a brother is receiving some good news.
“ Thanks man. I will be sure to give you a call soon.”
I am ecstatic. I may have a job in the field that I love so much. I am about to relocate downtown and get rid of that big house in Potomac, MD. My life is definitely looking up. I think I just may go to church on Sunday. I go get my chilidog.
As I am, leaving Ben’s Chili Bowl, and making my way back to the car, my cell phone vibrates and Haven’s number pops on the screen.
Would this woman ever leave me alone? I mean DAMN! I debate whether to answer, then finally give in.
Not only does she want a divorce, she called to tell me that she wants full custody of our children, as if I would fight her. Does she really expect me to dedicate my time to take care of them? I am trying to work through my own issues. Plus, I have Kaven so all is not lost. The kids were mostly for her anyway. All I ever wanted was Naima. She is beautiful inside and out, and I know I lost her because of my own stupidity.
What is a man to do in a world where women outnumber men 10 to one, and there obviously is not enough time to get with them all? I guess I am living proof of what happens when you have the most amazing woman and you do not know how to treat her. There will never be another Naima; no one will ever get even close.
There is an aura about her, that just by being around her makes you feel like a better person. I messed up bad. There will never be another Mrs. Fairchild. She will remain the only one privileged enough to carry my name. I do not know what I am going to do without her. These last six weeks have been hell.
I get depressed every morning when I wake up and she is not here. The house feels so large and empty without her in it. I never realized how much hearing her voice, seeing her smile and watching her bustle around everywhere, meant to me until she left.
Now, in this house, you can hear a pin drop. The silence is killing me. I am meeting with a realtor today. I need to move. Living here is not going to work. Everywhere I turn, I see representation of my former life, and who I used to be. I have to get outta here I think to myself as I head to my yellow Lamborghini custom-made for yours truly. I love my car. Next to Naima, she will always be the sexist female I roll with.
I am on my way to meet with my realtor to downsize, thinking about moving to the city. I love the atmosphere that Washington, D.C. offers.
My appointment is in about 20 minutes, so I decide to stop at the local, historic Ben’s Chili Bowl. I love this place. No chilidogs like the ones they have here.
As I get out of my car and proceed to walk in, I am stopped by who I assume to be a fan. Turns out, he is the best thing that has happened to me in the last six weeks.
“ Are you Kaden Fairchild the NFL player?” asks the stranger.
“ That would be me the one and only, and you are?” I say while extending my hand to him.
“ I’m Damir Collins,” he says as he returns my handshake. “Man, I used to love to watch you play. I heard about your accident a while back.”
“ Yeah, it was pretty bad. I broke my back and shattered my knee, so there went my career.” I tell him.
“ Oh, sorry to hear that. I know how a sudden career change can be devastating. I happen to be a recruiting agent for ESPN. We are currently searching for commentators in the Washington Metropolitan area. So if time permits, why don’t you give me a call at the office sometime?” He offers as he gives me his business card. “And if you’re interested we can give you some screen tests to see how you do on camera and to see if you have what it takes.”
I take his card and cannot believe my good fortune. Finally, a brother is receiving some good news.
“ Thanks man. I will be sure to give you a call soon.”
I am ecstatic. I may have a job in the field that I love so much. I am about to relocate downtown and get rid of that big house in Potomac, MD. My life is definitely looking up. I think I just may go to church on Sunday. I go get my chilidog.
As I am, leaving Ben’s Chili Bowl, and making my way back to the car, my cell phone vibrates and Haven’s number pops on the screen.
Would this woman ever leave me alone? I mean DAMN! I debate whether to answer, then finally give in.
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