Chapter 62 Do what?
“Do what?”
“Act like it’s a sin for me to go out and party,” I established, as I thought about how much I’d enjoyed myself, while I was partying with my people.
Although clubbing wasn’t usually my thing, I had to admit that stepping out was fun.
And I wouldn’t have minded doing it again.
So, I hated that my boring ass had allowed Too Low to feel like he had a say so over what I did socially.
“You talking like you plan on going out again.” “And what if I did?”
“What chu mean?”
“Exactly what I just said. I don’t like this…
thing where you act like I gotta answer to you.
I offer you explanations, because I respect you as my man.
But you are not my daddy. Me and you both know that I’m no clubber, but if I choose to go out on occasion, then I’m not trying to argue with you about it.
Nor do I have to ask for your permission. ”
He sucked his teeth. “I’m confused. Where is all this coming from?”
“It’s coming from my frustration, Jarvin. I’m tired of you making me feel like I’m in prison. You don’t trust me. You’re always questioning me. And it’s making me feel like a child. Like I gotta sneak and do shit, so you won’t trip. That’s not healthy…and it makes me feel like I need some space.”
“Some space? Nah, you tripping. I’m literally way in Huntsville, Texas. That’s more than enough space. And you know that I’d go crazy in here, if I can’t talk to you.”
“Then act like it,” I gritted, as I heard a tap on the door.
“I will,” Too Low claimed. “And I apologize for the way that I’ve been making you feel. The last thing I want to do is push you away. So, I hope that you can be patient with me.”
“I’m trying. I swear I am. But you gotta meet me halfway.