HER

Nice to Meet You

Blake

I sit at my desk quietly typing up the weekly memos to send out. I hear and see all the people walking pass me. Some coming in on their phones with their hands too full. Some with the work smile and head nod of acknowledgment. Some that actually come up to me to talk about what a hassle it was to get to work that day.

Honestly, I had to agree with that one. It was a hassle just getting out of bed. Listening to all these problems only made me think of my own. I had been living with my boyfriend of 3 years for almost 6 months. We were best friends and then we were roommates. When I first moved in we were inseparable. About a month ago I was at home fresh out of the shower waiting for him to come home. All I could think about was even though we lived together we had our own lives and we could still miss each other. As I sat in our bed I couldn't wait to feel his kisses. He texted me letting me know he was on his way. So, I waited patiently.

When I heard the knock on the door I assumed he must have forgotten his house keys. I kept telling him to keep them on the same ring, but he always argued that if he lost his car keys or got carjacked he wouldn't want the person to have both. I get up and head to the door. As I get closer I hear a woman on the other side cursing. I can also hear him begging her to leave and threatening to call the police. I open the door and I see them standing there. He looks like he saw a ghost. She turns and shakes my hand. "Nice to meet you", she says. I stand there looking crazy. She speaks again. "I just wanted to see the woman he refused to leave me for." I look at him and just like him I have no words. A lot of women would have dragged her up and down the street for that type of disrespect, but I open the door and invite them both in.

I go into the kitchen and get some wine and three glasses. I pour each of us a glass and I look at him first. He can't look me in my eyes.

"Blake you have to understand."

I hold up my hand. Now even she looks nervous.

"You don't have to explain anything. All you're going to tell me is that she doesn't mean anything and that you love me and want to be with me and that it'll never happen again. What I want you to understand is that it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Men are confusing you know? Always saying one thing and doing the other. I don't want to know how long this has been happening. I don't want to know how it started. None of that matters because it doesn't change the fact that you betrayed my trust. Am I hurt? Of course, I am. What you have failed to realize honey it that I am the catch. After giving you three years I'm telling you now that you won't get another."

I finished off my wine. I got up and went to get dressed and packed most of my things. I could hear him telling her she needed to leave. When I got to the front door with my things he called my name. I turned to face him.

"Yes Chris."

"You're really walking away from three years?"

"You're acting like its 30. Something told me to not break the lease on my apartment. Maybe it was God. Maybe it was my woman's intuition. Who knows? I may not be perfect to you which is why you cheated but I am not going to go through the phase of fixing things, questioning everything you say and do, and go crazy about who else you're with. I'm leaving."

"Blake, I wanted to marry you. You can't leave."

"If you wanted to marry me then you would've done that instead of cheating. I'll send for the rest of my things."

From that day he has reached out over and over again trying to fix things, but I refuse to accept less than I deserve. So now sitting at work and watching all these people. Suddenly everyone just began going to where they were supposed to be. I already knew exactly why.