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The following work week Bakari sat in his office updating the status of a few of his patients in their current state of health.  He looked on his desk and could see that a picture of his wife was still on his desk.  He then stops what he was doing and picked up the picture frame on his desk and takes the picture out of the frame to ball it up and throw it in the trash. 

His desk phone starts ringing, so he picks up the phone to hear the message. His assistant relayed the message that he had a guest who was wanting to speak with him. He tells her that it's okay to let the guest come in into his office and leans back in the chair to search something onto his Mac Desktop.

The guest knocks on the door before entering and slowly walks in, closing the door behind her.

Bakari looks up and could see that it was his ex wife standing in front of the door holding the final authorization of the divorce papers in her manilla folder. He readjusts himself in his seat, sitting up and gestures for her to sit down. He picks up a pen and clicks it to calm his nerves being that her presence made him uneasy.

"I just got out of the meeting with my lawyers and uh, they just need one final series of signatures from you for the divorce to be final." She looks down and takes the files out of the manilla folder and gestures where he needed to sign.

Before taking the papers from her, he looks at her disappointed in himself thinking that this is what he thought was love. He felt like he wasted so much time and energy just for it to be thrown away.

"Was it ever real?" Bakari sleeks up and looks at his soon to be ex wife.

"Of course it was real but overtime I realized that I wasn't happy being with you. I just wasn't happy. I think the mistake where we went wrong is that you wanted this more than I did. I loved you, I still have love for you, but when you initially proposed to me we were both young and I had a full life of youth ahead of me." Vanessa hesitates and looks down.

"I think eventually all girls want to feel loved and want to feel chosen even if deep down they know that this isn't what makes her happy. You were so invested in yourself with school and education that you didn't take my feelings or my needs into consideration. I want a family and I want kids and I just can't see myself doing those things with you."

Bakari looks down, feeling like his heart was shattering again. His eyes watered and could tell that his emotions would soon be getting the best of him. He quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and sniffled trying to pull himself together.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling the way that you feel now because of me. There were times when I thought I had everything together with school and work, trying to support us trying to make sure that we had a roof over our heads at night or food on the table. I'm sorry if I made you feel like your feelings didn't matter. No matter how much I hate you for what you did I will always have love for you. And I pray that the next guy that you find is going to be able to take care of your needs in which I abandoned or failed you. You're a beautiful woman with a bright future ahead of you." Bakari looks down and begins to sign off on the divorce papers.

"One thing that I can thank you for though is putting me in this position where I've met this beautiful woman who's spirit shines just as bright as she does. She has this amazing aura and natural beauty about her that I love and I plan on spending more time with her. So, I thank you for showing me that I deserve to be happy." He signs the last dotted line on the last page and hands it to her.

"You've already met somebody?" Vanessa asked confusingly.

"Yeah and we've been on a few dates and have had sex a couple of times. Remember you told me to be more spontaneous? Well we fucked in my car in a parking deck. So thank you for giving me these tips on what I needed to improve on. I'm sure the next woman who I'm with will appreciate them." Bakari smiles with a smug look on his face.

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