WHEN IT HURTS (part 1)

Angel

“Hey darling, can I speak to you for a minute?” I asked him to give me five minutes so he can go back talking to his hoe, you might wonder why I’m saying this, we got married , but this guy decided to cheat on me.
” I have really been thinking about us and well, I think this, whatever we have, is not working out. I have tried to be the best wife there is but it seems I can’t be it for you. I’m not perfect, I have flaws too but I can’t continue living like this, sad and unhappy while I see you giving the other woman attention. I don’t know what really happened to us, you don’t want to have that discussion so I think I will just have to quit, and let me be happy with a person who wants me. instead.”

Osman
I hang up the phone and stared at her. She’s got to be kidding me! Talking? She considers talking, just two people having a chat as cheating? If I was having romantic sexually charged talk , then sure, maybe, but just talking? Like being friendly? I figured that was what was playing basketball on her mind. I wouldn’t imagine cheating on her but sometimes she pushed me beyond my limits.
She just let herself go since we got married. From dressing codes to the fact that she felt I cheated on her often. Let’s be clear. Sometimes I did feel like cheating. I know I know , you didn’t ask: “Is it wrong for my wife to dress like a grandma?” or “should my wife change her style of dress for me?” All this was just a turnoff on my side but there she is, gloom on her face you would have thought I killed someone. I could feel the tension between us.

Angie
He stared at me, disbelief in his eyes. Yes, maybe I might have insecurities here and there but I don’t really know what to do anymore, all people have insecurities but when a guy starts being too friendly with other girls, where do I get the strength to dress up, knowing he won’t look at me the same way he looks at them? He doesn’t even touch me the way he used to, the rejection is just too much to take in, and I’d rather go out be with someone who communicates and tells me why or what he likes and he doesn’t likes.
“Why won’t you say anything?” I asked him, he still looked at me, as if analyzing me, and he sat on the bed. See this is what I hate, he won’t answer to anything, and silence is also an answer. So I waited, for thirty minutes, he didn’t speak. He picked up his phone, went to the other room to pick up a call, all smiley and warm. Heartbreak, is painful. This is how it felt. So i packed every bit of my clothes, and looked at the room we once made memories, our pictures, and everything that was memorable. Tears in my eyes, I left, not because i wanted to, but because i had to, and he did not bother coming after me, so I went.

Osman
I hated her bickering. I had been apologizing since we got married. Tonnes and tonnes of second chances came my way but I still “cheated” and “broke her heart”. She had her way of getting to me but I was smart enough to shut my mouth and ignore her. I picked my phone and headed to the bedroom and of course she followed, mouthing words with an accent I couldn’t comprehend. Where the hell did I find this woman? This is a question I kept asking myself. I remember the good old days, she was apple of my eyes they say, we were inseparable. Yes, her leaving would have made so much happier, I thought. I was too dumb, too hopeful, too patient, giving away fistfuls of second chances to avoid the inevitable because the inevitable was simply too much to bear.
As she packed I knew there was no way I would talk her out of it. She was gone. However, as the minutes ticked by and the fact that she left continued to elude me, I felt a cold sense of unease work its way into my spine. It was with a slowly creeping sense of terror that I realized that what I was feeling wasn’t calm at all, but an eerie sort of waiting, she might have been bluffing but too bad, she wasn’t.