Unhinged Love

CHAPTER 59

MELISIZWE MZIMELA

It has been a month since that awful incident that created a rift in the relationship I have with my children, the older ones at least. The younger two don’t really care about whatever beef I have with the older two. Zamadonda hasn’t called me asking for money or even checked up on me. She sends a text every week just to let me know she is still alive and when I try to call her, she ignores my calls. I have gone to her apartment a few times but I guess she really doesn’t want to see me because she always makes sure not to be there when I come around. I am not sure if she has another place somewhere but I really miss my daughter. She might have insulted Hlengiwe and I, but she is still my princess and we have a tight relationship, or so I thought.

With Mbulelo, it is a totally different story. He hasn’t reached out to me and I haven’t bothered him. He needs space and that is exactly what I am giving him. I am not going to hoover like a nuisance. I do have his friends’ contact details and that is how I keep track of him. Phelelani, his doctor friend, told me that he is doing well and he is recovering. He is taking his meds well. The only problem is that he is still holding a grudge against me and never wants to mention my or Hlengiwe’s name whenever they hang out. I don’t know in which year he will accept my relationship but I am also not going to rub it in his face.

My relationship with Hlengiwe is growing stronger with each day. We have spent time with each other in two weekends the past month. I ended up not going at her place because, although she never speaks about her parents, me being there and spending the night or nights would have felt like total disrespect of them in their absence. So, my woman and I booked into a hotel in Empangeni and I allowed her to show me some places around as if I have never been there. The other weekend, we decided to go to Zimbali and we had the time of our lives.

All in all, Hlengiwe has shown me that she is not a materialistic girl who cares more about money and being pampered. She is the type of person who has had lunch, flowers and gifts delivered to my office while she is two hours away. When we came back from Zimbali, we spent the night at my house in Durban North. We were so tired that we immediately fell asleep but when I woke up, I found out that Hlengi had made sure that all the cars’ tanks are full, the cars are thoroughly washed and smelled like heaven. She basically took my cars for maintenance day using her own money. How can a man not worship the ground she walks on? I don’t know how stupid her exes are for having let her go but I am grateful. I get to love this woman unconditionally and watch that love be reciprocated. That is the best thing ever.

It has been a long day at work and the only thing I wanna do is shower, order some food and talk to my woman till I fall asleep. If it were up to me, I would fall asleep with her in my arms everyday but I am in no rush. When the time is right, she will sleep next to me every night and have my last name. all my thoughts about my woman fade away when I see my ex-wife’s car parked on the driveway when I come home. Ow God. why is she back? I park the car in the garage and head inside the house to find her watching some show about house renovations in the lounge. I take a deep breath, summoning my calm persona before heading inside and sitting on the couch opposite hers.

“Maka Mbulelo, what a pleasant surprise.” I give her a polite smile as I place my phone, car keys and wallet on the coffee table.
She chuckles angrily. “There is nothing pleasant here, so don’t mock me, Melisizwe. You know exactly why I am here.” And she doesn’t bother with the pleasantries. She just cuts straight to the chase, or insults rather. “I knew you were an asshole but I never pegged you to be a pervert and a paedophile. You really went for someone half your age. Someone your sone fucked over and over again. Someone young and someone who will definitely use you for your money and leave you high and dry once she is tired of you. How stupid are you? How dumb are you, Melisizwe? This world is full of baddies trying to secure the bag and we have heard a lot of true stories about girls going after their ex’s fathers all because of revenge and money and you want to be another statistic? I knew you were an idiot for divorcing me but I didn’t think you would be this dumb. An imbecile at best.”

I take a few deep breaths, open and close my eyes. My ex-wife was never a vindictive person. Well, not before we got married. There were times where her abusive behaviour would slip through the cracks but she would always try to soothe the blows with compliments and lots of sex. It worked, a few years until it couldn’t anymore. Until she didn’t try to soothe the blows. Until she just ripped the band-aid off and delivered insults whenever she felt like it. Being what society labels as a good-looking man certainly didn’t work in my favour because she always thought that I was dressing up and fixing myself for other women to see me. I don’t know if she expected me to look like a hobo when I had a business to run.

“Maka Zama, I don’t mind you insulting me. In any case, I encourage it so that you will blow up and then calm down. But don’t ever insult my woman, please. She is not a baddie. She is not a gold digger and she is not a clout chaser. She is a young, independent and successful entrepreneur. Not once has she ever asked money from me or demanded it or even offered her body in exchange for money or power. So please, you can come for me all you want, but leave her out of this.”

She laughs harshly but I know it is sarcastic. So, I brace myself for more verbal punches. “She doesn’t have to spell it out that she wants money. She just needs to open her legs as wide as she can and make you think you have the biggest dick and can fuck a woman till her legs shake, which is something you are incapable of. How do you think she secured funding for her business? Through hard work, dedication, determination and consistency? What a joke. Wake the fuck up and smell the coffee. You are being used and it is so sad because she has caused a big crack in your relationship with your kids. You should be focused on fixing that instead of hopping from town to town with your whore.” I am not a woman beater. I have never hit a woman in my life and I won’t start now. she is not going to provoke me.

“Please leave my house. I have heard enough of your insults. I am asking you politely to leave so that I can call my whore and tell her all about my day and sleep peacefully.”

She sits up and gives me a mean stare. “You have a choice to make. Your kids or her. Choose carefully because you might never see them again all because of a worn-out pussy.”
Okay. That’s it. She has crossed the line. “In whatever you do, never threaten me with my children. You know very well that’s not a battle you can win. Not in this life time. Not in the next. Even if you were the National Prosecutor. You may have given birth to them but you know very well just how much you lack in the motherly department. I am the one who is always sacrificing my time for my children. I am there for every parent-teacher conference. I am there for every doctor’s appointment. I am there for every play date and I sure as hell show up whenever they need me. They stay at your house because I chose to not because you won custody of them. Never let that last fact confuse you. Never threaten me with my children. You will regret it.” I click my tongue and head to the kitchen. She has this special skill of bringing out the worst in people. God.

I take out bottled water from the fridge and down half its contents in one go. I inhale and exhale and feel myself calming down. But that’s for a few moments before I feel my body getting a bit heavy and my vision becoming fuzzy. What the hell? I shake my head and that seems to make things worse. I try to balance myself with the counter but I miss a step and fall down. Last thing I hear is “Who is going to play knight in shining armour now, dear husband?” before my body gives in and I lose consciousness. What the hell has this psycho done to me?