Chapter seven #3
“You know I’m not lying but deny all you want! That’s beside the point! I refuse to continue sitting around here while you run around on me whether it’s with a student or someone else. I’m going stay with my parents!”
“With your parents? For what?”
“I just told you why! I’m tired Jonas!”
“Tired of what?” I asked with my arms crossed over my chest. If she was trying to get my attention, she got it.
“Tired of you! Tired of you stressing me out! Tired of this farce of a marriage! I won’t bring our child in this mess! I rather be alone than keep stressing over you!”
“So, that’s it… you’re just gonna walk out on me and this marriage?”
I just knew this was some kind of ploy to manipulate me into letting her come with me to New Orleans.
I wasn’t falling for it though. As I watched her throw some clothes in the suitcases, the only thing on my mind was how she was going to be looking for me to help her put them away when she was done acting the fool.
“I’m not walking out! You’re pushing me out! I know you have someone else!”
“What?” I asked as I cracked up laughing. “That’s preposterous!”
“No, it’s not! Every time you start to act like this, I know it’s because you’re messing around on me!” she cried.
“Like what Cheryl?”
“All distant and secretive! You were on the phone last night because I heard you tell someone you missed them! You think I would have just walk in the office and ask you that question if I hadn’t heard you?” she asked.
“I ain’t messing around on you Cheryl. That’s just your paranoia and jealousy getting the best of you,” I said.
“Uh huh. Like I said, I’m a good woman Jonas, and if you can’t appreciate me, maybe it's time I find someone who will!” she shot back.
“Now you’re really talking crazy!”
That last comment she made struck a nerve.
How the hell she gon talk about finding another dude appreciating her when she was married to me?
And where the hell was all this bullshit about someone else coming from?
She had never mentioned that shit before!
Was she stepping out on me? Should I be worried about if I was the father of the baby she was carrying?
“I can show you better than I can tell you!” she remarked with a smirk. “What one man won’t do another will honey! You can believe that!”
“What the hell is wrong with you Cheryl? I don’t know what has gotten into you, but there ain’t no way I’m about to let some other nigga raise my kid!” I retorted angrily.
“Now what are you talking about. I never said anything about another man raising our son! You will still be in our son’s life! I mean, you’re his father, but I think it’s time we both admit that this marriage is over!” By this time, she was crying and still packing.
Then she grabbed the smaller bag and started packing her toiletries. She was really playing this thing out to the fullest. I decided to just give in and tell her she could come with me. I mean, if she was going to go through all this trouble…
“Okay fine!”
“Okay fine what?”
“You can come with me,” I relented as I shrugged my shoulders.
She stopped packing and stared at me. “Are you serious right now Jonas?”
“Well yea. I mean, ain’t that why you’re doing all this? Because you wanted to come with me, and I said no.”
“You are out of your mind if you think I would go through all this trouble just to follow you. I don’t wanna go anywhere with you.”
Then she went back to packing her things.
Several minutes later, I watched as she closed the suitcases and headed with them to the door.
By now, I was starting to think that maybe she was serious about leaving me.
I wasn’t prepared for that. It was true that Cheryl and I hadn’t been getting along, but I didn’t think she was actually considering separating or divorcing me.
I just didn’t know what to do. I wanted a divorce so I could be with Gianna, but I didn’t think my wife would be asking me for one. I thought I was going to ask, and she would beg me not to leave her. This shit here was something I had not planned for at all.
She struggled with the bags, so I helped her get them in the back of the Buick Enclave. The truck was a birthday gift from me to my wife two years ago. I shut the door and she got in behind the wheel and started the vehicle.
“You sure you don’t wanna talk about this?” I asked.
“Ain’t nothing left to talk about,” she said.
“You’re having my baby Cheryl! I’d say there’s a lot to talk about.”
“I’m done talking Jonas!”
She raised her window and backed out of the garage. I couldn’t believe my wife was leaving me. I watched as she got on the road and headed in the direction of her parents’ house. I could only imagine what her parents were going to say about me.
I hit the panel on the wall to shut the garage door and went back inside. I felt some kind of way about Cheryl leaving. I was really torn because on one hand, I was happy she had left me because I could finally be with Gianna.
On the other hand, I wondered if I was fooling myself into thinking that me and Gianna could have that happy life. If the university ever found out about our relationship, they would surely fire me. I couldn’t risk that.
Now, I had some decisions to make…