Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 9

When a woman cheats, she goes through many stages before she reaches the act of doing it. She sits and waits and expects him to change but he never does. A woman has to leave you mentally before she can give her body to another man. I am living proof of this fact. I never really fully contemplated cheating until now. I never really thought of another man in any sexual way until I found out that Paul was being unfaithful. I do admire other men, I am human, but I never acted on my lust.

I jumped in my car to take a ride and think through what I am about to do. Earlier I had asked Kevin to do something for me and I told him I'll explain to him when I get home. I made the plan so well in my head the other night and now when it's time to execute it, I am having second thoughts. I guess this is what love does to us. I thought of Paul catching Kevin and me. I feared putting Kevin’s life at risk, especially since his mother moved him from the city to avoid crime and violence.

When did my life get to this? This was not how I planned my life. I wanted children. I wanted grandchildren. I wanted Paul and me to take several trips and enjoy our life together. I wanted to be a nurse. Paul stopped me. He ruined everything for me, and my life feels like a big waste. I am a woman of great morals. I shouldn't have to cheat on my husband, let alone with a younger man. I should take Paul’s shotgun and plant three bullets in his head. One for each of his hidden family members.

I reached for my handbook and searched for the address of his secret family.
22 Mckendley street,
Westmoreland

I drove slowly.
The closer I got is the more I wonder whether I should go over there or turn back but just as I thought of changing my mind, I saw a ball rolling across the street. I quickly pulled my break and made a sudden stop. I could not risk hitting a child, usually, when a ball rolls across a street a child follows shortly after. The saying was right, shortly after a little boy dressed in a black and white short pants set ran after the ball. He didn’t even look. All his focus was centered around retrieving his ball.

A lady who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s called out to him, “Paul junior yuh want yuh father kill me bwoy!”
She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back into the yard.

I froze! Could that be Paul’s son? Could this young lady be his mistress? She didn’t look like Paul’s type. Paul likes a lady with long legs and big buttocks. This young lady was the opposite; short and had a flat buttock. I flung my hands on the steering wheel and sigh. Paul has really ruined me! Despite being younger, this girl didn’t have a thing about me. I look better. I sucked my teeth and look throw my van window at the naive little girl. “Paul must be out of his damn mind!” I uttered in deep disgust.

The little boy looked like Paul; it broke my heart all over again as I watch him walking towards a swing set at the side of the house. He had Paul’s body structure and complexion. If my memory served me correctly that was exactly how Paul looked at that age on some photos, he showed me back then.

I don’t deserve this. I deserve better. I made numerous sacrifices for this marriage only to be pushed aside for a young girl who couldn’t even be my competition in my days. When I was her age, I had men at my feet like salivating puppies. I could have cheated on Paul with anyone, even his coworkers’ lust after me. I was ashamed of Paul.

I should just go over there and let that girl know who I am, but Paul was not worth my pride. I was not going to disgrace myself like that for a man who does not seem to remember my values. I will not risk being laughed at by some little girl dating an old man to level up on the social ladder. She's definitely not getting a dime if Paul should pass on, I know that for sure.

“She better save the little she getting now” I sucked my teeth and drove off in a rage.