wife.”
“Yes, sir.” He walked away, thinking there was nothing incidental about his marriage to Desi. He had to get his wife back at any cost.
***
“I can’t do this.” Desi said to Solae as they met for lunch a few days later.
“Do what?” Her friend frowned. “Go through with the divorce?”
Shaking her head, Desi stirred her French fry in a dab of ketchup. “No, go through any more counseling sessions with Michael. It’s too much. I’d rather see him once in court, cut the strings and move on.”
Solae leaned across the table and lowered her voice, “Was the counseling session that bad?”
Desi dropped her fry and covered her face. Hiding behind her hands, she tried to get the images of Michael’s descriptions out of her mind. After she faced Solae again, she swallowed. “ When he told me about how and where they had sex—” Suddenly, Granny’s words to keep others out of her marriage stopped her from saying more. “Enough about me. What’s going on with you? Are you still thinking about moving?”
If Solae was surprised by the sudden subject change, she hid it well. “Yep, I’m thinking Chicago. I can go back to school, further my education and maybe as I get closer to social security age, my inability to have children won’t matter to a man.”
Without a doubt, they both were hurting because of men they loved. Pushing her drama-filled life aside, Desi’s heart bled for her friend. Solae had never been married and wanted to so badly. But maybe God was sparing Solae from the heartache that Desi was going through now. “Well, we’re prayer partners, right?”
Solae sniffed. “ We’ll keep praying for each other to grow stronger in the Lord. I believe we’ll both get through this. I know life doesn’t seem fair to you or me in our situations, but I’ve got to trust God.” She blinked and looked away.
Desi studied Solae’s beautiful facial features. She had the prettiest eyes and long hair. Desi’s assets were her long shapely legs, but she had her hair cut in a short sassy style. Maybe, if she had kept her hair long, then Michael might not have strayed. Stop it!
She refused to make excuses for her husband’s unfaithfulness. Once the divorce was settled, maybe she would relocate to another city, too, and start her life over. She definitely would revert back to her maiden name. She wanted Michael Bishop to be a faded memory.
Checking her watch, Desi sighed. She had to get back to work. Solae paid the tab as a treat and the two hugged their goodbyes. Desi was in a better mood as she headed to work. She just needed to vent, but she ’d almost said too much to her friend.
Ten minutes later, she pulled into her parking space at Johnson & Lansdowne. Her phone rang. She scowled, hoping it wasn’t Michael again. It was a good thing she had missed his text, apologizing again and asking if she was all right. That was a joke. She would never be all right after the heartache he put her through. Desi was relieved that her grandmother was the caller.
“So, what did your pastor say?”
“Granny, aren’t you the one who told me to keep other people out of my business?” Desi masked her sarcasm with just enough sweetness to not to be disrespectful.
“That’s other people, I’m exempt.”
As she strolled into her office, she hushed into the phone, “I just got back to work and I can’t talk right now.”
“Then you come see me later.” Click.
While at work , Desi tried to stay low key. She was heading into the break room to put her lunch leftovers in the refrigerator when she overheard two of her coworkers mention divorce. Desi froze. Were they gossiping about her?
“Amazingly, we get along better since the divorce a few years ago. We share custody of the kids and he pays his child support on time,” Wanda Butler chatted with another coworker from a different department.
Desi exhaled as she quietly entered the room and accomplished her task. They barely acknowledged
“Yes, sir.” He walked away, thinking there was nothing incidental about his marriage to Desi. He had to get his wife back at any cost.
***
“I can’t do this.” Desi said to Solae as they met for lunch a few days later.
“Do what?” Her friend frowned. “Go through with the divorce?”
Shaking her head, Desi stirred her French fry in a dab of ketchup. “No, go through any more counseling sessions with Michael. It’s too much. I’d rather see him once in court, cut the strings and move on.”
Solae leaned across the table and lowered her voice, “Was the counseling session that bad?”
Desi dropped her fry and covered her face. Hiding behind her hands, she tried to get the images of Michael’s descriptions out of her mind. After she faced Solae again, she swallowed. “ When he told me about how and where they had sex—” Suddenly, Granny’s words to keep others out of her marriage stopped her from saying more. “Enough about me. What’s going on with you? Are you still thinking about moving?”
If Solae was surprised by the sudden subject change, she hid it well. “Yep, I’m thinking Chicago. I can go back to school, further my education and maybe as I get closer to social security age, my inability to have children won’t matter to a man.”
Without a doubt, they both were hurting because of men they loved. Pushing her drama-filled life aside, Desi’s heart bled for her friend. Solae had never been married and wanted to so badly. But maybe God was sparing Solae from the heartache that Desi was going through now. “Well, we’re prayer partners, right?”
Solae sniffed. “ We’ll keep praying for each other to grow stronger in the Lord. I believe we’ll both get through this. I know life doesn’t seem fair to you or me in our situations, but I’ve got to trust God.” She blinked and looked away.
Desi studied Solae’s beautiful facial features. She had the prettiest eyes and long hair. Desi’s assets were her long shapely legs, but she had her hair cut in a short sassy style. Maybe, if she had kept her hair long, then Michael might not have strayed. Stop it!
She refused to make excuses for her husband’s unfaithfulness. Once the divorce was settled, maybe she would relocate to another city, too, and start her life over. She definitely would revert back to her maiden name. She wanted Michael Bishop to be a faded memory.
Checking her watch, Desi sighed. She had to get back to work. Solae paid the tab as a treat and the two hugged their goodbyes. Desi was in a better mood as she headed to work. She just needed to vent, but she ’d almost said too much to her friend.
Ten minutes later, she pulled into her parking space at Johnson & Lansdowne. Her phone rang. She scowled, hoping it wasn’t Michael again. It was a good thing she had missed his text, apologizing again and asking if she was all right. That was a joke. She would never be all right after the heartache he put her through. Desi was relieved that her grandmother was the caller.
“So, what did your pastor say?”
“Granny, aren’t you the one who told me to keep other people out of my business?” Desi masked her sarcasm with just enough sweetness to not to be disrespectful.
“That’s other people, I’m exempt.”
As she strolled into her office, she hushed into the phone, “I just got back to work and I can’t talk right now.”
“Then you come see me later.” Click.
While at work , Desi tried to stay low key. She was heading into the break room to put her lunch leftovers in the refrigerator when she overheard two of her coworkers mention divorce. Desi froze. Were they gossiping about her?
“Amazingly, we get along better since the divorce a few years ago. We share custody of the kids and he pays his child support on time,” Wanda Butler chatted with another coworker from a different department.
Desi exhaled as she quietly entered the room and accomplished her task. They barely acknowledged
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