Need of Happiness

11

I took a bite of my pickle as I look at the stick in my hands. "What does it say?" Mathew asked as he wrap his arms around me and kissed my neck.

Mathew and I have not have sex yet. Besides the De'quan accident just happened yesterday. Also we have not been on a date yet. I still have standards even though I always wanted to ride Mathew like a cow girl..

The thoughts of having sex with Mathew made my cheeks red. "Um, it's not saying anything yet." I set the stick on the corner of the sink. I turned to Mathew and pecked his lips. "I have to go see that lawyer. I'll be back."

"Aight, I have to visit Mama. She wants me to fix the roof."

We walked out the bathroom and into his bedroom. "Is Marcus going to help?" I leaned on the dresser.

Mathew chuckled. "You don't think I can handle the roof?"

I shook my head. "No, I just don't want you doing it by yourself."

He walked up to me and wrap his arms around my waist. "I got this. Don't worry." he kissed my cheek. "I got this."

"The last time you said that you broke your arm and leg when you tried to jump over 3 flights of stairs with your skateboard, that broke in half by the way."

He chuckled. "I was 14 and-"

"-And stupid. Your judgement still hasn't changed."

"For the girl that cheats on test with my answers. Without me, you wouldn't have graduated." he tap my nose with his index finger.

"Hardy har-har. Very funny." I nudged him.

"Let me go before Mama yell at me." he said.

"Tell Mama J I said hi."

"Okay. I'll see you tonight." he kissed my cheek before grabbing his phone and keys and walking out the bedroom.

I walked in the bathroom and picked up the stick. "Fuck." I sighed. I threw the stock in the trash and put my hand to my stomach. "I hope you're a girl."

*************

"Hello Mr. Anderson. Thank you for meeting me." I said as I shook his hand and sit down in front of his wooden desk.

"No problem. Now, you say you want a divorce."

I nod. "Yes sir."

He pulled out a file and wrote some stuff down. "What's your spouse name?

"De'quan Johnson."

"And your name?"

"Nia Johnson. I mean Smith. Nia Smith, I'm sorry."

He gave me a nod. "Its okay, a lot of wives are use to there spouse names. How long was you two married?"

"3 years."

"3 years? That's a short period of time." he wrote some more stuff down.

"Yeah, I thought he was going to be long lasting, but I guess I was wrong." I shrugged.

"Well, all marriages aren't always perfect. Why do you want a divorce?"

I cleared my throat and rubbed my hands together. "Well. He has been cheating on my for shamefully 7 years. He also put his hands on me and threatened me."

"When did he lay his hands on you?"

"Yesterday and a day before yesterday."

"Did it just happened or for awhile?"

"Just happened. Well, it would be sometimes when we get in arguments and he throw something. But I never really took that as a abusive sign."

"Does Mr. Johnson have anger issues?"