Life Of A Single Mom

Chapter 5

Will always knew exactly how to calm me down.
If sex didn't work, food usually did.
But what he still hadn't realized was neither one was fixing this mess.
I was tired.
Tired of the lies. Tired of the games. Tired of giving somebody every piece of me just for them to still go looking elsewhere like what we had wasn't enough. I catered to that man in every way possible, so in my mind there was no excuse for him stepping outside our relationship - especially with somebody we could've dealt with together.
That's what hurt the most.
The sneaking. The lying. The disrespect.
We all laid there in silence after everything happened, and the room felt heavier than before. My mind was racing so fast I didn't even know who I wanted to go off on first. Ebony was closer, but honestly she didn't owe me loyalty.
Will did.
I finally got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned myself off, got dressed, and started packing.
At first, all I could think about was fighting both of them. My anger was boiling so hot I could barely hear myself think. But as the minutes passed, another side of me started creeping in - the side I hated seeing because once it showed up, ain't no telling where my mind would go.
One thing about me?
You were not about to betray me and think I was just gonna forgive you overnight.
Absolutely not.
About thirty minutes later, Will finally came looking for me.
By then, bags were everywhere.
And when I say I was packing everything, baby I mean EVERYTHING. If I bought it, it was coming with me. Toothpaste, tissue, towels, detergent, even the damn shower curtain if I could fit it in a bag. I can admit I get a little petty when I'm hurt... but honestly, what woman doesn't?
Will stood there looking confused as hell while I tossed another bag by the door.
"What the hell, V?"
I just laughed under my breath and kept packing.
That man looked completely lost watching his life disappear into trash bags one item at a time. Meanwhile, I was moving through that house like a tornado. Every room I entered carried more anger with it.
Once I loaded the last bag outside, I walked back in because there was still one thing I needed from him:
an answer.
I looked him dead in his eyes.
"Why?"
My voice cracked more than I wanted it to.
"Why would you risk us when you already had everything at home? You never had to question my loyalty. Never. We could've done whatever together, but instead you decided to creep behind my back and not even protect yourself. You didn't think about what you could bring back to me? You didn't think about our family? Like what was so worth it that you had to risk all this?"
The room went quiet.
Will opened his mouth a couple times, but nothing came out.
For the first time since I met him, he genuinely didn't know what to say.
And honestly, I think seeing the hurt in my eyes finally hit him harder than any yelling could've.
He looked torn between trying to hold me, trying to explain himself, or just walking away completely. Because deep down, he knew words weren't enough anymore. The damage was already done.
Meanwhile, my emotions were fighting each other inside my chest.
Part of me wanted revenge. Part of me wanted to cry. Part of me still loved him. And another part of me wanted to burn the whole damn house down with him sitting in it.
But then reality kicked in.
Jail or freedom. Rage or my kids. One bad decision or walking away with my peace.
And in that moment, I realized something:
playing with somebody's loyalty and emotions always comes with a price.