presence, I focused on pouring the coffee into the filter, after frantically looking for more K-Cups again and coming up short. I usually did the shopping, so I couldn’t blame the outage on anyone but myself.
Studying the machine, I continued to pour the grounds when the bag was abruptly whisked out of my hand. Tiny dark pebbles of coffee flew across the room, as I looked up distraught by what the hell was going on. Chino had grabbed my forearms and jolted me around, facing and shaking me like I was a two-year-old child who had done something bad. The anger in his eyes read of an irritated parent ready to scold, as I yanked trying to get away from his grasp.
“You are a fucking liar, Starla! You’ve been lying ever since Kenya died. I can’t take this shit anymore. Now either you’re gonna talk to me so we can work this out or I’m…I’m filing for divorce.” His words were stern.
“Filing for divorce? You’re an ass. You sit there and try to judge me about cheating when you were cheating all along! Yeah, you didn’t think I knew about those hoes in the beginning of our relationship?”
“Starla, we were fresh in a relationship then. I didn’t think we were serious since we were only together a few weeks. But, as soon as our feelings were established they were gone.”
“Really? Well, what about all of those so-called reservations and meetings that I made for you to the hotel suite downtown? The suite that you still have, mind you. Do you honestly want me to believe that it is all business with you?” I argued finally snatching my arms out of his grasp.
“Yes. Meetings and golf. That’s all I was doing. I don’t have to cheat on you Starla. I love you. I love this marriage. But, I refuse to be the only one trying to make this shit work,” he paused, as I walked off before he grabbed me tightly by the arm again. “You’re either in or out.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like years. I did not know what I wanted to do. He was asking for too much of me too soon. He demanded of me to make a decision right then and there, which was something that I wasn’t prepared for. Before last night, I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to leave him and tell him to shove his money up his Crocodile Dundee ass.
But since then, I had been thinking about a lot of things and especially, rethinking Brian. I was in love with him but the things he was having me do I was no longer down with. He wanted me to be his simple ride or die bitch and I was in no mood to be either anymore. What a difference a day made. Cutting my eyes to him, my thoughts only yielded the reasons why I hated him in the first place.
“You are the reason why our daughter is dead. I can’t forgive you for it and that’s what makes it hard to look at you everyday.” I poured my heart out right there on the kitchen floor trying to open up to him.
“Me? How the hell can you put something like that on me, Starla? You know I took that really hard.”
“Did you? It sure didn’t seem like it. I was the one crying and not eating. I was the one wide-awake not sleeping. You were going back and forth to work as usual like nothing affected you.”
“I was burying myself in my work because I couldn’t deal. God forbid I was able to talk to you about it!” Chino’s voice raised an octave. “But, you still haven’t told me why it’s my fault.”
“Because you knew that the disease Kenya died from ran in your family. You knew that your family had a bunch of sickly people and you neglected to tell me that until it was too late.”
“How was I supposed to know that our daughter would get that? Not everyone gets it, Starla.”
“But, you knew! And, you neglected to tell me leaving me helpless. If you had told me this before I got pregnant then maybe I would have had a fucking choice not to have kids with you!”
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, when it reached up and slapped him across the face. It barely even
Studying the machine, I continued to pour the grounds when the bag was abruptly whisked out of my hand. Tiny dark pebbles of coffee flew across the room, as I looked up distraught by what the hell was going on. Chino had grabbed my forearms and jolted me around, facing and shaking me like I was a two-year-old child who had done something bad. The anger in his eyes read of an irritated parent ready to scold, as I yanked trying to get away from his grasp.
“You are a fucking liar, Starla! You’ve been lying ever since Kenya died. I can’t take this shit anymore. Now either you’re gonna talk to me so we can work this out or I’m…I’m filing for divorce.” His words were stern.
“Filing for divorce? You’re an ass. You sit there and try to judge me about cheating when you were cheating all along! Yeah, you didn’t think I knew about those hoes in the beginning of our relationship?”
“Starla, we were fresh in a relationship then. I didn’t think we were serious since we were only together a few weeks. But, as soon as our feelings were established they were gone.”
“Really? Well, what about all of those so-called reservations and meetings that I made for you to the hotel suite downtown? The suite that you still have, mind you. Do you honestly want me to believe that it is all business with you?” I argued finally snatching my arms out of his grasp.
“Yes. Meetings and golf. That’s all I was doing. I don’t have to cheat on you Starla. I love you. I love this marriage. But, I refuse to be the only one trying to make this shit work,” he paused, as I walked off before he grabbed me tightly by the arm again. “You’re either in or out.”
We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like years. I did not know what I wanted to do. He was asking for too much of me too soon. He demanded of me to make a decision right then and there, which was something that I wasn’t prepared for. Before last night, I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to leave him and tell him to shove his money up his Crocodile Dundee ass.
But since then, I had been thinking about a lot of things and especially, rethinking Brian. I was in love with him but the things he was having me do I was no longer down with. He wanted me to be his simple ride or die bitch and I was in no mood to be either anymore. What a difference a day made. Cutting my eyes to him, my thoughts only yielded the reasons why I hated him in the first place.
“You are the reason why our daughter is dead. I can’t forgive you for it and that’s what makes it hard to look at you everyday.” I poured my heart out right there on the kitchen floor trying to open up to him.
“Me? How the hell can you put something like that on me, Starla? You know I took that really hard.”
“Did you? It sure didn’t seem like it. I was the one crying and not eating. I was the one wide-awake not sleeping. You were going back and forth to work as usual like nothing affected you.”
“I was burying myself in my work because I couldn’t deal. God forbid I was able to talk to you about it!” Chino’s voice raised an octave. “But, you still haven’t told me why it’s my fault.”
“Because you knew that the disease Kenya died from ran in your family. You knew that your family had a bunch of sickly people and you neglected to tell me that until it was too late.”
“How was I supposed to know that our daughter would get that? Not everyone gets it, Starla.”
“But, you knew! And, you neglected to tell me leaving me helpless. If you had told me this before I got pregnant then maybe I would have had a fucking choice not to have kids with you!”
My hand seemed to have a mind of its own, when it reached up and slapped him across the face. It barely even
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