It was the weekend before Christmas. Dante' and I had been doing good since the whole social media blow-up. He'd apologized countless times and catered to me. We'd even discussed marriage again deciding that we'd take the big step sometime the following year. Things were finally looking up.
We'd decided that we'd go out to eat and do a little last minute shopping. On our way to the mall, I noticed the empty Ciroc bottles inside Dante's truck under the seat. Things had been going well, so I assumed he'd also cut back on his drinking. Guess I was wrong. He was just good at hiding it for a while. I decided not to trip about it though.
Somehow halfway to the mall, Dante' decided that we should take a detour to his home boy's house. Cool with me you know. Run in there, get what you gotta get, and come on. The mall closes at 8, and my stomach is now officially talking.
I'm now sitting outside in the truck, looking at my watch, waiting for Dante' because it's taking him a while to come out. I'm starving by this time, belly button touching my spine. He finally comes out with a beer in his hand. "Come in the house. My homeboy wants me to watch this game with him." Dante' tells me. "What?" I reply. "Come inside. I'm bout to watch this game with my boy." he repeats dragging his words like I'm slow. "Dante' are you crazy? I don't know those people. We had plans. I have things I need to do. Plus I'm hungry. I'm not going in there." I yell. This is obviously a football party that he just spontaneously decided to attend. "Quit acting crazy & bring yo ass in the house." he says while gritting his teeth and looking at me all crazy. "No! Just take me home!" I respond. I always go with the flow never telling him no. I swear this one time that I did, I saw smoke coming from his ears. He doesn't respond. Just hops in the truck & pulls out really fast.
"What the fuck is your problem huh, Honesty?!" Dante' hollers at me while driving. I refuse to answer. I refuse to argue. I feel like he should know. He is the problem, but like always, it's me, Honesty. He yells the same question at me over and over, but I still never respond. I've completely shut down. I guess I'm numb to the bullshit.
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Waking Up (Short Story)
Conto30 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...
