Bamboozled
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Last night Mr. Man came by. I had cooked dinner and was waiting for him. Trying to be patient because he said that he would be �home� by 7. At 7:15 I called to find out where he was. Dinner was ready. I was hungry. When he didn�t answer his phone, I decided to go ahead and eat without him. Around 7:40, Mr. Man calls to tell that his 6:00 client didn�t show up until 6:40. He had just finished meeting with them and he would be by around 8:00. A little after 8, he is back in my house. I warm up his dinner. We sit at the table and talk about our day. Everything still feels so surreal. Everyday we talk. Sometimes 3 or 4 times a day. Everyday this week I have seen him. We have yet to get bored with each other. He tells me I am beautiful. He tells me that I am a good woman. He makes me feel like a queen. I am happy when I am with him. After dinner, we are sitting on the floor telling each other secrets and listening to my cd player alternate between Maxwell, Tweet and the Love Jones soundtrack. It is almost 9:00. We had plans to go get desert but neither of us had the energy to step foot out the warmth of my apartment. There is a banging at the door. Mr. Man looks through the peephole to see who it is on the other side. I ask him who is at the door? He doesn�t answer. He turns to look at me. A look of fright and bewilderment written all over his face. I get up and look out the peephole. It is a woman on the other side. She looks harmless so I open the door. Mr. Man is standing behind me when I open the door. The woman looks past me and straight into Mr. Man�s eyes. It was then that I knew exactly who she was. The ex girlfriend. The next 20 minutes are a blur. There was plenty of yelling. Mostly between the ex and Mr. Man. I just sat down on the couch and put my head in my hands asking God how could he do this to me? Apparently, Mr. Man was running so late that evening because he was busy fucking his ex. After their session, he decided to bring his sweaty ass balls that reeked of her pussy to my house. The ex figured that he was up to no good so she followed him to my house. Had her ear to the door the last 45 minutes listening. When she heard the music come on and the whispers, she assumed that Mr. Man and I were handling our business and she thought it would be appropriate to interrupt to let me know what he was just doing with her a little more that an hour ago. Mr. Man didn�t say much to me. He didn�t deny what had taken place between him and the ex. He left when I asked him to leave. He has called more times than I can count. I finally just turned my cell phone off. The last time I checked my messages, they were up to about 15. I�m done. My heart hurts. I�m hurt. And I continue to keep asking my God, Why Me?? I am still waiting for his answer. |
11:35 a.m. || April 01, 2005 |
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