I'm OK!

Chapter 1

‘Are you OK?’

That’s the first thing he could come up with. Out of all the stupid things he could say, he asked me if I was OK?

‘Let me see Matthew, if I am OK… yes, I still have my vision, and I can still hear… Oh, look, there are my hands and arms… legs still attached.. check… feet still moving... check...  Oh no, wait, I found it… someone ripped my friggin heart out!’

Of course I’m not ok…

‘Yes Matthew I’m perfectly fine… didn’t need that heart anyways… I mean, people only step on it, right? Like you did… like Linda did… like everybody in this world that meant something to me just stepped on it…’

Of course I’m not OK…. My voice was rising slowly and my heartbeat was going faster than a Salsa lesson on steroids…

‘Am I ok you ask? You son of a…’

‘Hell Shawna, I just asked if you’re OK…’

‘Seriously? First you tell me that you cheated on me. Then you tell me that you cheated on me during our engagement party. This is followed by the statement that you cheated on me with Linda, you know, my boss? And can I point out, I’m her PA. I know she is pregnant. I know she’s been pregnant and using it as an excuse for not showing up to work for already 4 months. And that doesn’t count for the first month when she didn’t know she was pregnant… And that I’ve been cleaning up after her mess for all this time… And after all this information, you tell me that you’re leaving me… and then you ask me if I’m OK?...’

‘Well you make it sound worse than it is…’, he started, but I didn’t let him finish…

‘Matthew, I’m making it sound exactly as it is… and I’m not OK. I can’t believe you’re even stupid enough to have to ask me whether I’m OK or not… I knew something was wrong, I just knew it when Linda couldn’t tell me who the daddy was… Something inside of me just knew it… You’re such an arrogant bastard, telling me all of this and then telling me you’re leaving me… you’re not leaving me!’

‘Actually, I am leaving… I’ve got some of my stuff packed up already…’

‘You don’t get to leave Matthew… I’m kicking you out… and it’s a good thing you’ve packed your stuff because it will make it a hell of a lot easier for me to burn all of it!’

With this, I shoved him out of our kitchen, well, my kitchen now… and I kicked him so hard in the sensitive area that I doubt he’ll ever have more than the one child already growing in my boss… but I didn’t care… I didn’t have any problems with violence, even though I’m normally scared to even raise my voice. I didn’t have any problem with hitting him hard, in the face, with my fist. Not bitch-slapping, no, seriously hitting him with my fist…

Which was kinda stupid because it hurt like hell… Swearing, I decided to leave it at the one good punch I got in, seeing the satisfaction of his already swelling left eye… who knew I had a strong right hook?

‘You’d better leave now Matt before I decide to hurt the pan with your face!’

I guess he actually believed I would use my beautiful pans for this, as he scrambled, got his bags out of the hallway and left without even looking back…

Am I ok? Stupid friggin idiot of a man…