engage.
Travis wanted nothing to do with it. He thinks telling me to ignore it, will just make this shit go away. Now if this twit was lying, then she had serious issues. Who knows why she’d singled me out? Either way, it was my problem to deal with.
“ I've been married for almost twenty years, we got married young. I've built a life with my husband, the life we vowed to each other before God and man. You want to come and build on my foundation little girl? Are you insane? I would straight up twat punch your ass into next week.” Click. Your move bitch.
Chapter 5
I had a lot of shit to think about. I had to go into protection mode. I have to protect my kids, protect myself, and protect my marriage; if I had one left. It’s been a long time since I had to play the badass. Not since we started dating back in high school and all the little hoochies were on my man’s dick.
I knew it wouldn’t end there , and I knew I was in a fight for my life. Someway, somehow, this person had found me. If Travis wasn’t a lying ass snake and she was making it up, then what the hell did she want with me?
And was it even worth it to do this back and forth shit? I couldn’t call her back, couldn’t find out who she was by using reverse phone look-up because her number was blocked.
I tried going through my usual morning routine and not letting my kids know that there was anything wrong. The youngest was only four, poor baby, and he was still having separation issues every time he went out the door to Pre K.
I kept looking at them , trying to imagine them not being in my life. Imagining some other woman getting them ready for school in the morning and kissing my husband goodbye. That shit pissed me the fuck off. Now I really wanted this bitch to call back.
She called not ten minutes after I got the kids off to the school bus. “Oh, you’re still there, I thought for sure you’d be packing by now.” I laughed at her ass because she was stupid.
“Are you fuck stupid or just ignorant? Let me get this straight. You think I'm going to uproot mine and my children's lives; move into a three- bedroom apartment, so you can live in my seven million dollar mansion with my husband? Bitch is you crazy?”
She started breathing hard on the other line; I guess I was getting to her. “It doesn’t matter what you say, it is what it is.”
“What the fuck does that stupid shit even mean? Listen you little twat, I have better things to do with my day, like fucking my husband as soon as he comes through the door…”
“Hahahaha, we had a good laugh about that, he says you’re not even good at it. Says I’m the best he ever had.” Okay that hurt, but I had to remind myself that maybe she was lying , and just trying to get a rise out of me for whatever fucked up reason. Two can play this game.
“ My husband fucked you?”
“Of course, many times.”
Did he eat the coochie first? How long did he last?”
“Five or ten minutes, who cares?” Now she was getting huffy.
“You got jipped.”
I guess I pissed her off because she slammed down the phone in my ear. Ten seconds later my messages started chiming away like crazy. I looked down at my cell phone and saw picture after picture of Travis with some little blonde.
Now the pictures themselves weren’t incriminating. They weren’t naked or anything like that. But he was there, and he was smiling. I saw red. The last caption said, ‘oh by the way I was in your house, fucked him in your bed. First thing I’m gonna do is get rid of that old fashion Chippendale shit. I’m more into iron bars, you know, so he can tie me up.’ And a smiley face. Gutted.
Chapter 6
I tore around my house like a crazy person. Cleaning shit that didn’t need to be cleaned, emptying out the fridge for no damn reason. My mind wasn’t sure if to shut down, or spiral out of control. I wanted to call my girls, but I was afraid to. If this got out, if I talked about it, it would make
Travis wanted nothing to do with it. He thinks telling me to ignore it, will just make this shit go away. Now if this twit was lying, then she had serious issues. Who knows why she’d singled me out? Either way, it was my problem to deal with.
“ I've been married for almost twenty years, we got married young. I've built a life with my husband, the life we vowed to each other before God and man. You want to come and build on my foundation little girl? Are you insane? I would straight up twat punch your ass into next week.” Click. Your move bitch.
Chapter 5
I had a lot of shit to think about. I had to go into protection mode. I have to protect my kids, protect myself, and protect my marriage; if I had one left. It’s been a long time since I had to play the badass. Not since we started dating back in high school and all the little hoochies were on my man’s dick.
I knew it wouldn’t end there , and I knew I was in a fight for my life. Someway, somehow, this person had found me. If Travis wasn’t a lying ass snake and she was making it up, then what the hell did she want with me?
And was it even worth it to do this back and forth shit? I couldn’t call her back, couldn’t find out who she was by using reverse phone look-up because her number was blocked.
I tried going through my usual morning routine and not letting my kids know that there was anything wrong. The youngest was only four, poor baby, and he was still having separation issues every time he went out the door to Pre K.
I kept looking at them , trying to imagine them not being in my life. Imagining some other woman getting them ready for school in the morning and kissing my husband goodbye. That shit pissed me the fuck off. Now I really wanted this bitch to call back.
She called not ten minutes after I got the kids off to the school bus. “Oh, you’re still there, I thought for sure you’d be packing by now.” I laughed at her ass because she was stupid.
“Are you fuck stupid or just ignorant? Let me get this straight. You think I'm going to uproot mine and my children's lives; move into a three- bedroom apartment, so you can live in my seven million dollar mansion with my husband? Bitch is you crazy?”
She started breathing hard on the other line; I guess I was getting to her. “It doesn’t matter what you say, it is what it is.”
“What the fuck does that stupid shit even mean? Listen you little twat, I have better things to do with my day, like fucking my husband as soon as he comes through the door…”
“Hahahaha, we had a good laugh about that, he says you’re not even good at it. Says I’m the best he ever had.” Okay that hurt, but I had to remind myself that maybe she was lying , and just trying to get a rise out of me for whatever fucked up reason. Two can play this game.
“ My husband fucked you?”
“Of course, many times.”
Did he eat the coochie first? How long did he last?”
“Five or ten minutes, who cares?” Now she was getting huffy.
“You got jipped.”
I guess I pissed her off because she slammed down the phone in my ear. Ten seconds later my messages started chiming away like crazy. I looked down at my cell phone and saw picture after picture of Travis with some little blonde.
Now the pictures themselves weren’t incriminating. They weren’t naked or anything like that. But he was there, and he was smiling. I saw red. The last caption said, ‘oh by the way I was in your house, fucked him in your bed. First thing I’m gonna do is get rid of that old fashion Chippendale shit. I’m more into iron bars, you know, so he can tie me up.’ And a smiley face. Gutted.
Chapter 6
I tore around my house like a crazy person. Cleaning shit that didn’t need to be cleaned, emptying out the fridge for no damn reason. My mind wasn’t sure if to shut down, or spiral out of control. I wanted to call my girls, but I was afraid to. If this got out, if I talked about it, it would make
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