Say Yes

CLEAR

I'm sitting at Damien and I's reserved table, sipping a glass of red wine. Patricia, his second baby mother, showed up at the restaurant to have a talk, and now they are outside arguing.

Our food was brought out...I began to eat and enjoy my meal. This wasn't a new thing. They'll be sleeping together in a few days.

I accepted Damien's lifestyle and played dumb to the other women he dealt with. Honestly, I truly didn't care.

My plans did not consist of being married again or being a mother. I am very content with my life, and I'm not budging.

Security had Patricia escorted off the premises, and Damien came back into the restaurant. He was pissed but played it off well. I guess he wasn't going to let her ruin his night.

"Damn, you couldn't wait until I got back?" He asked, sitting down with a smirk.

"You're lucky I was still here when you got back."

"What made you stay?"

"This food is delicious... did you taste the mashed red potatoes? They are so good."

He sipped his wine, staring at my lips. "I know something else that's good too."

I shook my head and continued eating.

"The ladies are excited about the Music Awards. That's all they've been talking about."

"Why are you not going this year?"

"Eh, it's the same old music politics and favoritism. It gets boring fast, and I have more important things I could be taking care of."

"Yeah, I'm sure Patricia's upset about you going with Sheila and the kids to Disney World."

Damien paused in surprise that I knew about his trip. I tried to keep myself from laughing.

"Me going was last minute. My son really wanted me to go with them."

"No need to explain. You gotta handle your business." I took a bite of my cut steak.

Damien finally started eating his food, but I could feel the tension coming from him.

"You've always been understanding of my situation. Makes me wonder if you really have feelings for me."

"You equate me not being angry with not having feelings for you?"

"No, I equate it to you, not caring."

"What am I supposed to do, Damien? Argue and fight with your children's mothers?"

"No, of course not."

I sipped my wine. "Then what?"

"Harmony, you are so closed off. I proposed to you, and even though you said yes, your actions say no."

"Damien, give me a break."

"No... You don't want to live together, you don't talk about wedding plans, and I still have to wear condoms with my own fiance."

"You knew I didn't want to remarry or have children, yet you still proposed."

He raised his voice. "And you still said yes."

"Damien, I don't want to argue."

"It's not an argument. It's a discussion."

"I'm not ready, okay."

He looked at me while shaking his head. He took another sip of his drink, then leaned back in his seat.

"Okay. Let's just go our separate ways."