Eventually Everything Comes to the Light Pt. 1

I awoken out of my sleep in the middle of the night, just to find that your not here laying next to me. My thoughts rush back earlier today when we had a huge argument about you going to clubs. He would always tell me that it was my insecurities getting the best of me. It really wasn’t, I actually don’t mind him hanging out with his friends, but it just seems the clubs are the most important thing to him than hanging out with me on a Friday or Saturday night. I would watch him and his boys get tipsy every Friday, Saturday and even some Sunday nights before they would head for the club. As I sit here in the bed and think about it, I notice that he never asked me once if I wanted to go. I try to go one time but he told me that he needed his “me time”. I lay back down in our empty bed and try to sleep the loneliness away.

It’s 4:08 am in the morning. I hear you stumbling into our room smelling of smoke and sweat. I watch you strip to your boxers, your so drunk you don’t even notice that I’m still awake. He climbs into bed with out saying a word to me and in a couple of seconds your sleep. I sit myself up and just look at him. I don’t even know this man anymore. How did it get to be like this? How did I let him slip away from me? Maybe he does need his me time, I mean I know I do sometimes. I guess I should count my blessings that he made it home... right? So why do I feel the way I do?

Just when I was about to lay back down in our bed. I hear a buzzing sound in his pants pocket on the floor. I try to wake you but your to drunk to come out of your sleep. It was his phone telling him he had a text message. Sometimes my man would get text messages about meetings he have to attend for his job, and it was always me that made sure he gets the message. I reach to grab his pants off the floor and pull his cell phone out his pocket. I open the phone to view the message.

It Read....

Hey baby,

I hope u made it bac ok, I really Njoy our night 2gether, it was hot. 2 bad u had 2 rush off. I cant wait til next time

B from club X

I closed the cell phone and put it back where I found it. I quietly eased myself up from the bed and went out the room. Pain and hatred was my friends as I sat on on the back porch looking up at the moon. All of the missing pieces were now falling into place. I now know why we didn’t make love like we use to, the feelings of him not being here even though he was sleeping next to me, and him wanting his “me time”. It was starting to make sense.

I walked into our kitchen and pace back and forth. The more I paced the more angry I became. Morning was soon on its way. “What am I to do”, I thought. “And who the hell is this B?”, I whisper to myself. I gaze at the set of knives on the kitchen counter. Before I knew it I was pulling the butcher knife out. My mind was entertaining the idea of doing something I know I would regret. I slam the knife down on the table.
I thought maybe I could be over acting but that thought quickly diminished as the anger pulsated through my body. Five years I been with this man. Finally the tears came which were bitter hatred tears. “I have to pull myself together”, I said as I wiped my tears away.

I am 30 years old, I could go up there angry and fight with him, or I can go up there and face his ass like a man; find out what the real deal is. I’ll give him a chance to man up and tell me the truth but if not I know for a fact that eventually everything comes to the light.

Stay Tune...