We sat around the table at my husband's third art show. Again I near Juan and Alexander across. I wonder what Juan has to say about the politics now.
"I can't believe we have the biggest joke running for president." I begin to laugh and Lili massages his back and begins to shake her head.
"Oh no please not the political talk." Lili's voice was in a whiny tone and I pouted a little.
"I don't think Trump is that bad." everyone stares at him. Again he is the stupid one in this group. I put my head down and shake it.
"I love how I didn't even say the name of the joke I was speaking of and you knew." We all laughed and looked at Alex. That is true he didn't he even say Trump. We finally calmed down and waited for Alex's response.
"He has good points like get rid of illegal immigrants to get back our jobs and homes." everyone stared at him. We are all speechless to be honest. He sounds dumb as fuck.
"So I'm guessing your parents will be leaving." That's exactly what everyone else was thinking. We all said 'oh' at the same time. That was definitely the truth. His parents are illegal and have managed to stay in the country.
"HEY!!! Don't talk about my parents." I looked at him as the room started to get heated. I stood up and slammed my hand on the table.
"We're too old for this shit. Sit down please." they did as I said and I sat back in my chair and calmed down.
"Now, Alex AGAIN you sound stupid darling. You have to admit that you just said it was okay for Trump to get rid of your parents and every other illegal and send them back to their country. Anyway I'm all for Sanders so I don't care." Everyone cheered for me and I laughed I shook my head and left the table to find my husband.
If I don't find Mr. Vargas I will kill him. I finally spot him flirting with women and I roll my eyes. I can't deal with his shit sometimes.
"Mrs. Vargas What do you think of your husband's artwork?" I turn around and smile at the resporter. It's crazy how far my husband has come in the artworld he's literally made a name for himself.
"I love it of course. Geoffrey always finds a way to make his paintings different, but still give the same message of struggle." The reporter smiles and I smile back.
"Have you helped him in any of his works?" I laugh a little and shrug. I nod my head.
"I've helped him by staying by his side and listening to his words." The reporter nods and smiles at the information. He acted as if it was the best information he heard.
"How long have you and Mr. Vargas been married now?" I felt an arm around my waist and looked up at Geoffrey.
"Four years now. We just celebrated our anniversary two weeks ago." I open my eyes wide and laugh.
"My God it has been four years. That's so crazy." I said and Geoffrey smiles at me and kisses my lips. Everything is for show. In secret he's getting bored with me and I can tell he wants to be set free. If that happens I don't know what I'll do with myself. Everytime we fight it's over his cheating and so many times I've been tempted to do the same. Many times he's walked out and I knew he'd come back, but sometimes it feels like he won't.
I smile at him and the reporter finally leaves. His hand leaves my waist and he walks away. I grab myself a drink and a cigarette. I join the table again and light the cigarette. I begin to feel myself drift from everyone around me.
"Everyone join me out here." I hear my husband's voice say over the microphone. Eveyone rushes to where he's located and we stand and watch.
"My Third art show and it feels amazing. Again I tell stories of struggles and this time without needing a story. I am honestly a blessed man to have stayed relevant as long as I have and still manage to catch you all's interest. I wanna thank you all and of course my beautiful and supporting wife." I smile and know that everyone else is blind to the monster I fight at home on an everyday basis at this point.
I love him, but again he's drifting and I don't know what to do. He's lifted me up, tore me down, and lifted me up again.
"Goodnight everyone." He puts the mic down and He joins me. He holds my hand and I smile. We leave and we get into his car. We leave and begin to drive back home. We sit in silence and I just smoke my cigarette. We get home and I go out on the back deck. I look at all my paintings and I begin to think. Geoffrey comes and joins me and sits down at the table.
"I think I'm ready Geoffrey. I'm ready for my own show." I look at him and I see a slow big smile crawl on to his face. I smile and look at all my paintings. I know my dad would be proud of me.
"Where do you want it?" I look at him and shrugg. I think about my answer between Colombia and New York.
"New York." He smiles and nods his head. I go back inside and begin to brush my teeth and get ready for bed. I hop into bed and think about how my show would turn out. It will beautiful when it come. I can't wait to be honest. It will be a good release for me. I've painted death and symbols that represent me. I have painted me. I've painted the sexual encounters I've had.
I lay on my side and within a few minutes I hear the front door open and close. A tear escapes my eye and I want to cry so much. It's like it has become a routine. I know what he does and then he paints some of his women.
