Hello Rosalynna

Chapter Seventeen: Somebody That I Used To Know | ✔

March 28th, 2037

Chapter Seventeen: Somebody That I Used To Know | ✔

"Now and then I think of when we were together

Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

Told myself that you were right for me But felt so lonely in your company

But that was love and it's an ache I still remember"

Somebody That I Used To Know // Gotye ft. Kimbra

The woman I had married, the one who had weathered countless storms with resilience, now seemed unrecognizable. The accusations, the insults, and the raw fury she unleashed hinted at a depth of turmoil that left me questioning the stability of our reality. It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing a version of Rosalynna I had never seen before.

The living room echoed with the clash of opinions as Rosalynna and Victoria engaged in a heated exchange. Rosalynna, fueled by anger, accused Victoria of causing chaos in her house, while Victoria, for once, tried to maintain a calm demeanor, insisting there was nothing wrong with her daughter.

Frustrated by the constant bickering, I finally intervened, my patience worn thin. "Y'all are children, arguing back and forth every two seconds. Why can't you just be normal for one day?" I scolded. "Rosalynna, I know you're mad, but there's no reason to act like this, especially when you're mad because they want to date. Even if they do, what's the issue? Weston has done nothing to you just because you have issues with her mom gives you no right to act this way. They are staying, end of this discussion."

Storming off, I retreated to our room, frustration boiling over. I began throwing things in a fit of anger, the room echoed with the clatter of thrown objects as my frustration erupted, each item becoming a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. As I sat on the bed, running my hands through my hair, Rosalynna entered, her presence intensifying the charged atmosphere. As I sat on the bed, running my hands through my hair, Rosalynna entered, her presence a reminder of the tumult that had engulfed us. She gets on her knees leaning against me.

"Get away from me," I muttered, overwhelmed by the chaos surrounding us. "I can't do this shit anymore."

"Of course, you can't do this," Rosalynna responded, her voice tinged with frustration.

"What's that's supposed to mean? Is this about Alexandria?" I asked.

"Yes it is Ricardo." Her body moved away from me.

""What do you care about Alexandria?" I retorted, the anger in my voice mirroring the intensity of the situation.

"How do I know she didn't make up all that Alexandria shit as a cover-up?" Rosalynna accused, her words a sharp dagger in the already tense air. "She knew Alexandria was my best friend, so she decided to take the tracks off of herself, huh?"

"And no, she wasn't lying about Alexandria," I asserted, hoping to clarify my intentions. "She reached out to me to figure out a way to get you two reunited. You had been bringing her up a lot, and I thought I'd reach out too. Victoria thought I was doing stuff with her, but the only thing I was doing was trying to make a family get-together between our two families."

"You expect me to believe that shit Ricardo you don't care about family. If you did that bitch wouldn't be in my house."

"Your house." I scoff, "You don't even know half the shit our kids are going through Rosalynna, they should be a top priority and they have always been last just face it. You say teamwork this teamwork that the truth is you put yourself on the opposing team Rosalynna. "You haven't been yourself Rosa. You're too caught up in your own life to care about what's happening in our home."

"No I'm not Ricardo. Admit it your're on team Victoria and you have been for the past eighteen years. Even when I was pregnant you were always trying to one up her. What is it my turn? After I made you who you are?"

"Made me? Rosalynna I've had my shit together way before you even came into the picture, do you know who the fuck I am?"

"Yeah you're not the same man I married. You're just a low life who can't keep his dick in his pants."

"I'm not? Then let me show you how the man you married would have handled you if you were Victoria. Now get the fuck out of my house. Funny how I can't keep my dick in my pants but how did you get pregnant?"

"You're talking to me like I am a child."

"No, I am tired of the bullshit, Rosalynna. You want to be treated like Victoria so bad, let me show you who your man used to be," I spat out, my frustration boiling over.

"Is that a threat?" she asked, her voice laced with defiance.

"No, it's a promise. I want you out of my house since we're claiming shit now," I asserted, the tension thick in the room. She rolled her eyes at me, dismissing my words with disdain.

Rosalynna's retort cut through the air like a sharpened blade. "Your house? More like the house you ruined. I'd love to see you try and function without me."

As her words hung in the air, a surge of anger coursed through me. In the heat of the moment, with her fists balled she swings towards me. I deftly dodged the blow, my patience wearing thin.

I grab her arm, "Let go of me." She says yanking at my hands.

I begin pulling her towards the closet, "Grab your shit."

Rosalynna's eyes welled with tears, a mix of disbelief and anguish. "Are you serious?" she choked out, her voice betraying the vulnerability beneath her tough exterior.

I nodded, my expression resolute. As the reality of the situation sank in, Rosalynna began hastily grabbing clothes and personal items, her movements fueled by a mix of shock and sorrow.

Valentina and Oliver came to the door, entering with concern and confusion on their faces, "What's happening?" She asked looking between her mom and I.

"Just go back to your room."

Rosalynna, her eyes still moist from tears responded with a bitter edge, "Nope, it's fine. You're grown now, you can see your dad's a bitch. Trying to treat me like I can't get shit on my own."

"Is this even necessary man? She's your wife." Oliver questioned, "Do you even have anywhere to go?"

"She just tried to put her hands on me. I draw the line there. She can live with her sister; I'm not dealing with that," I asserted to Oliver, my frustration evident. Oliver, though quiet, nodded in understanding. "You wanna help, help her get her stuff, please."

With a shared glance, Oliver and Valentina assisted Rosalynna in packing her belongings.

Once the packing was complete, I help Oliver and Valentina helped Rosalynna load the suitcases into her black Jeep. Rosalynna, the phone pressed to her ear, called her sister Rosalía. As Rosalynna spoke to her sister on the phone, the soft cadence of familiar greetings and reassurances filled the air. "Hey, Rosalía, it's me," she began, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and strength. "Can I stay over at your place for a little while? Things have gotten a bit messy here." She paused, listening to Rosalía's response. "Yeah, I'll explain everything later. Thanks, sis."

With a heavy heart, Rosalynna hung up, her gaze meeting Ricardo's for a fleeting moment.

As the black Jeep pulled away, Valentina, hugged me tightly.