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SEPTEMBER 15TH 1998,
My eyes narrow to the timer which annoyingly ticked throughout the last few minutes. The silent and awkward tension was really cramping my mood. I scratch the side of my head, moving my tresses back to the spot as I look up and notice his brown eyes on me, filled with sadness as if that was to make the situation any better.
My eyes turns down to my notepad hoping with the lack of eye contact, he'd turn somewhere else to look. My cheeks were burning from anger, and my eyes were aching to water.
How dare he?
"So.." my voice cracks and I immediately clear my throat, tracing the metal spiral wire that bonded my small journal together. I look up to the tear stained cheeks of his wife as she dabs them with the tissues I provided.
I could tell she was holding in the true emotions instead of speaking, I mean how can sit and try to open up to someone about your crumbling marriage and diminished trust in each other?
"I need you to start talking, whichever one wants to start but we must start at the beginning. What are you two here for?" I question, placing my pen on the table as well as the journal. My contact goes to hers immediately, avoiding his stare that filled my soul.
Why won't he stop staring at me? This isn't making me feel any fucking better.
" I'll start." She speaks turning to her husband's face showing a stint of disgust.
"Me and Dalvin have been married for six years, we met at a corporate party my best friend Rozonda was hosting. At the time he had a few flings but he said they weren't serious. I didn't even want to mess with him at first cause he was known to be a player but he.." she stops and I notice her eyes begin to trim with tears, I swallow the access saliva coating my tongue. The woman in me wanted to cry for her, the pain in her body language was evident. Instead my cheeks heat up in guilt and betrayal.
While she sat in my face crying about him betraying her in the worse way positive, little did she know that he was betraying me as we speak.
She sulks and wipes her nose, as I lean over and grab my small trashcan and extends it to her. She throws the soiled thin materials into the trash and grabs another tissue.
"I said I wasn't gonna do this when we got here. But here I am crying over this nigga. He fed me lines about how I was the only woman he was looking at. Every other girl was just a girl, but to him? I was the woman he needed." My eyes snap to his as I grit my teeth, grabbing my journal and beginning to write the things down.
"Continue Mrs.DeGrate I'm listening.." I encourage to go on with her story, trying to hide the evident anger in my voice. He sat there with no words and no emotion on his face. I just wanted to jump over this table and fucking attack him. How fucking dare he?
"For the first two years it was nothing but flowers, and I love you's. He showered me with gifts and body rub downs when I got off work. And then it began the late nights, the red lipstick stain on his collars. The expensive perfume that I do not wear! I should've left him then." She crosses her arms, shaking her head as the honey blonde strands of hair begin to move with her head movement.
