She’s been in the closet too long. She never takes this long to find something to throw on, knowing her she’s probably hesitating on every shirt she puts on. I chuckle. Knowing her, she’s probably wondering on wearing any clothes at all. I grin at the idea of her standing there naked in a shirt of mine, giggling as I walk in and stare at her beautiful body. I should check on her.
“What’s taking you so long?” I ask as I enter the closet.
She’s kneeled on the floor, holding strange underwear, that I know isn’t hers, she would never wear something that cheap and trashy.
“What is this? And why is it in your bag?” she responds, confused.
“I don’t know, I swear, I have never seen it before.”
“Then how did it get in here?” she asks, pointing to my luggage.
“I don’t know, only you and I ever come into here, so I don’t know, I swear I’ve never seen them before.”
“If you say so Damon, I’m done believing you. I’m leaving tonight and you not stopping me.”
“Baby, I’m not cheating on you.” I plead but I can see she’s made up her mind.
“Then explain to me how these got into your bag?”
“I can’t, because I don’t know, honestly. I swear I don’t know how it got there, I swear.” I tell myself to remain calm.
“So what do you think? Someone just put them in your bag.” She raises her voice.
“Yes!” I raise mine, to match hers.
“Do you know how crazy that sounds? Do you know how crazy you sound right now?” she screams at me and she is right.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me the truth!”
“I am telling you the truth, but you don’t want to believe me. It’s quite hard to believe a few moments ago you were so sure I would never cheat on you. How has any of that changed?”
“Finding strange lingerie between your husband’s things tends to make you change your opinion.”
“I don’t know how they got there but they most certainly are not my imaginary mistress’s!”
“Then how did they get between your things?” her voice calms.
“I don’t know.” I respond. She shakes her head.
“Where do the condoms come from, because we don’t use them, so how did they pop up half empty into your suitcase?” She’s calm, this is odd for her.
“I don’t know and yes everything is adding against me, but you know me and you know I would never cheat on you or hurt you intentionally.”
“Would you believe me, if all the evidence pointed against me, would you believe me, Damon?” she asks, so sure of the answer.
“Yes…” I respond.
“Why? Why do you have such blind faith in me?”
“I know you and I know that you would never betray my trust, even if I’ve just hurt you over the last few years.”
“I’m going to Asheeka’s for a few days. I need time away.”
“No.” I respond.
“I wasn’t asking Damon.”
“Well, I’m telling you, you can’t go.” I assert myself
“Well, I’m telling you, I don’t give a fuck, I’m leaving.” Her anger and aggression returns. It reminds me of when we first started seeing each other.
