In which eight Wives And GirlfriendS of eastern conference NBA players open the doors to their drama filled realities. Why not step inside?
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835 Academy Rd, Los Angeles, CA 90012 • Elysian Park.
Upon receiving Ben's text, Zwena instantaneously made her way to Elysian Park. Without giving an ounce of detail to her brother, she took one of his cars saving herself of his judgement. Instead, she got to judge herself internally on the way. Maybe this would be the first time in their relationship Ben actually apologizes instead of wrapping him getting his way in a sorry stunt.
With the park's seating area being empty and Ben being 6'11", he was easily recognizable. She walks up to the picnic table he occupied, silently taking a seat across from him. Zwena stares right at him with a blank expression. Each second growing more and more tense, Ben decides to speak up.
"Hey, um...thanks for coming. I didn't- I honestly didn't think you would."
"Ben, why are you here?" Zwena cuts to the chase knowing if they went at his pace, nothing would be addressed.
"I came to apologize. Zwena I hate how we left things. I hate that you think I'm not supportive of you, that was never my intention." Zwena internally rolls her eyes, this was in no way an apology.
"Ben, what else am I to think? You stopped showing up to my games and shit you barely ever post any of my big moments! I can let go of the showing up to games thing to an extent, but you have no excuse for missing my games in Chicago, Connecticut, New York and anywhere else close to Philly. Posting my huge moments is the bare minimum and you can't even do that!" Glad that no one was around to hear her, Zwena raises her voice out of frustration. "I bend over backwards to make sure I'm at home games sitting court-side getting up every now and then to cheer a missed midrange and you can't even publicly acknowledge the existence of my career highs!"
"Zwena, I'm sorry! Okay?! What more do I have to say?!" Ben raises his voice to match Zwena's volume. Taken aback, all she could do was look at him utterly dumbfounded.
Zwena's Confessional: “Two things Ben has always had, the nerve and the audacity. I don't know who he's raising his voice at. Unlike him, I have all the reasons to be mad at him, he absolutely has no right to be yelling at me for holding his stupid ass accountable. Got me all the way fucked up.”
Shaking his head, Ben pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look, I'm here now. Isn't that all that matters?"
In silence, Zwena stares back at him. No, it's not all that mattered. She wanted him court-side at her games, not in some park. Seeing that she'd stopped responding, Ben sees a chance to escalate things.
"Come to Philly with me, Zwenie." He says above a whisper trying to reach for her hand which she swiftly pulls back.
"Stop calling me that, it's not cute anymore. I don't want you in LA, what I want is for my boyfriend to be publicly supportive of me. So until you're ready to make me feel important, I have no business being in Philadelphia." The orange light from the setting sun sits on Ben's gobsmacked face ever so perfectly, almost tempting Zwena to stay. But she couldn't let him get his way, not this time.
