I know I may sound like an old lady who has nothing or nobody but her cats. The truth is I have a man. He's far from perfect though. I mean nobody's perfect right. At least I'm not totally alone right. And he is fine. 6 ft tall, caramel complexion, has a job, and he can dress. Sounds good right? Dante' & I have been together for a while now.
"Hey sexy!" I greet him as I walk through the door. "Sup Honesty" he dryly replies as he sips on what appears to be his sixth beer since I'm counting the other five empty cans beside him. Without even replying I quickly head to our bedroom since he seems to be in one of his moods.
I just want to get out of this ugly expensive dress and go to bed. Dante' must've realized that he left his phone in our bedroom because he comes running into our room like he's at a track meet to grab it right before it goes off. I know what you're thinking. RED FLAG!! I am too, but I really don't feel like arguing. I already know what it probably is because I've caught him one time texting some girl. I know most people will say that's cheating, but Dante' promised me that he never did anything with the girl. Plus I'd just rather keep my mouth closed because Dante' always flips the script on me, making me feel stupid during every argument.
I know you're saying girl you can do better, but I've been with Dante' for a while now. We've talked about marriage and having a child. It hasn't happened as of yet, but I'll be Mrs. Stevens someday. I have the man, but I'm working on the fairytale ending by being patient with him. Isn't a piece of man better than no man?
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Waking Up (Short Story)
Short Story30 year old Honesty feels like the clock is ticking for her. Her friends are all engaged, married, or with child. Currently in a relationship of 3 years where she's not too happy, she contemplates whether she should just stick with what she's got. T...
