Chapter 2
Angie's Perspective
"Letting go is not releasing. It is allowing what already is."-Zibi Goo
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DEPENDENCE is something we grow accustomed to. The luxury and comfortability of possessing someone to take care of us makes us feel content in life. I had someone to depend on in life but along with that came many problems that I tried overlooking. Problems that I tried adapting to and allowing myself to change for, but eventually that didn't even help. Jeremy's a great man, the closest thing to perfect even, but we just needed our space and room to grow. It had been almost a year since we'd decided to separate and it was challenging and a huge milestone in the beginning, but now with a year in I have grown and have learned how to mainly take care of myself and my children on my own without the help of a man always being present. Jeremy never slacked on his duties as a father, which was great. He would watch the kids on the weekends and send a good bit of money every week that was more than enough to pay for things.
Things had changed so much it was hard to believe that this was my new life. I had moved into the main part of the city in a nice studio apartment after being offered a simple job at a nail shop to occupy my time. Jeremy still mainly paid most of my expenses out of the kindness of his heart. Being by myself was refreshing and gave me time to focus on others things going on in my life like having out with old friends and catching up with what my baby sister had going on in life. It wasn't the greatest thing in the world being separated from my husband, but there were a few advantages to it.
I sat at my kitchen counter on a bar stool surfing through my laptop for new clothes because my wardrobe was looking a little low. Also, I wanted to kill some time before picking up the kids from over at Jeremy's. The sound of combat boots entered my ears from down the hallway making me look up from my laptop.
"Mrs. Hamilton everything is set up now just give the system about an hour to catch up and you should be good to go."
"Thanks Marty," I took a sip of my green tea sitting the cup back down on the counter.
"No problem," he grabbed his bag throwing it over his shoulder.
Currently, my cable had been down because of bad weather last night, so my electrician Marty had to come over today and make sure everything was back up and running. He closed the door on the way out as I got up to answer a phone call. I grabbed my cell phone accepting a call from Jeremy.
"Yes? Are the kids ready?" I asked urgently holding the phone up to my ear.
"Mommy Jayla and I are ready, daddy wanted me to let you know he'll just drop us off because he has a meeting on that side of town anyway today." Jamal spoke as noise surrounded him in the background.
"Oh alright"
"We're about five minutes away."
"Oh okay well just let me know when yall are pulling in so I can come outside."
"Okay mommy"
He hung up the phone quickly. I sat back down at the kitchen counter scanning over a selection of heels on my laptop screen as my phone lit up again. This time it was a co-worker of mines, Kiki. She had invited me to go drinking tonight at a bar. According to her I never got out the house and I was too cute to be sitting at home on a Friday night, but I was used to staying at home, after all I am a homebody. When you're a housewife you get used to not having a social life. I answered the phone once again.
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Exposure
General FictionA new life in a new city has its challenges but adding on a steamy relationship, strong friendships, and a newfound persona brews up a world wind of unexposed skeletons. The longevity of Tiana's story continues in the sequel of Epiphany.