Big Mistake 2

Emotionally Unavailable

"Giving yourself a moment to breathe, there are many things you reflect on that has made life a living affliction for us all. But it's our job to reconcile those bland moments that blinded us from enjoying life and being free. To remain happy is to remain emotionally unavailable." -Yamesia

Jules placed her truck in park in the circular driveway of Malcolm and Paris's driveway. Before coming straight home, they decided to drop by the liquor store and buy a bottle of Vodka for Paris. She knew she'd need something strong and vigorously hardcore enough for her to get through the rest of her night.

She's never believed in the power of alcohol to solve her problems, but whatever resource there was able to cure any pain, she used it to her advantage. By the phone call she received from her angry husband, there was no way the conversation would be anything other than toxic.

As they approached the front porch, the brown bag of Vodka in tow of Paris's hold, Malcolm stepped outside angrily with Julian right on his tail.

"Juju, go get in the car. You're driving tonight." Jules said as she passed her keys off to her son. She figured that after a few swigs from the drink she shouldn't be driving, so she entrusted her son to get them home safely.

"Where the hell y'all been?" Malcolm started off, anger seeping through the course of his veins.

"We went to help Damien look for Danielle. Nothing serious, Malcolm." Paris responded truthfully. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for her husband's response.

"Why you worried about where she at? After the shit's she's pulled, you shouldn't be thinkin' about ha' ho ass."

"Look, Malcolm, we understand that you're mad but we did it for Damien, not us." Jules intervened.

Malcolm held his hand up in Jules' face and turned towards Paris. Once again, those choleric brown eyes were glistening brightly, but with rage and by the porch light right outside.

"Why are you so angry because I helped the man out? If the tables were turned, you'd want Danielle to help look for me." Paris angrily stated. She felt she was telling the truth, but Malcolm would deny it further.

"Nah, I wouldn't ask that bitch for a kidney if I needed it. She don't deserve shit from either of y'all. But you two muthafuckas way too nice for me. I woulda told his ass to find ha' hisself and leave you out of it."

Paris shook her head and sighed. "No, then he would have asked why. And that's something his wife should tell him, not me. I'm not the gah' damn messenger and you know that. Which is why I refused to inform Davionne about her mother's past infidelities. Don't call me nice, 'cause you know I'm far from it!"

Jules watched as her best friends exchanged harmful words back and forth. The harsh, travesty and main focus of their argument turned into something petty and childish. An argument that should have never started in the beginning. She was growing tired of their constant backlash, disposing the trash and inane series of events surrounding their marriage.

"Look! You both are in the wrong here. Y'all are arguing and fighting over complete nonsense. You both love each other and have been together longer than anyone I know. This petty shit way over y'alls head and you both know it! Don't let nothing so childish and inane come between the life y'all have built." Jules hastily interjected. Her face was red and her head was pounding. She didn't like being in between anyone's affairs, but she could not stand to see two people she loved and care for belittle one another to such standards of someone living beneath a bridge.

"What do you know about marriage? You've been divorced for the last thirteen years." Malcolm snapped as he grew closer to Jules' presence.

Jules' eyes watered with tears but she batted her eyelashes and whisked them away. Throwing up her hands in surrender, she kissed Paris's cheek and left the scene before anything could be said even further. She had never been talked down to in such an unfashionable manner. Her and Malcolm never did not get along or had any issues with one another, and for him to talk down on her life hit home for her.