"Ok, babe, then tell me what you need from me...tell me if I can help you and how?” I looked up at my husband, trying to understand...
“Look, I’m just going through something, and I need you to understand and be patient with me. Please let me figure this out and we will talk as soon as I can grasp what’s wrong,” he said, taking me in his arms and holding me tight.
“Babe...” I said, the jello in my knees had stiffened some from his touch, but I was still a bit wobbly. “I really am not tripping about you losing your wedding ring. I ain’t even tripping that you initially lied to me and tried to cover up losing it. I told you we would talk about it when you came home, but I haven’t even brought it up because I’m more concerned about the sadness that has been in your eyes since Sunday than I am about you losing your ring and lying. The only thing I will admit sort of bothers me is that you even felt the need to lie to me to begin with. You never gave me the choice of trusting in your original story. You naturally assumed I would think the worst and that bothers me.”
My husband of 3.5 months looked at me and began to sob...I stood still for a minute, shaken and unsure of what to do. All I knew up to this point was that something had to have happened when he’d went out with the homies Saturday night...he’d had that look of despair in his eyes since then…and he’d also been over compensating, attentive, and complimentary...which made me feel good, but also set my intuitive suspicion ablaze. I was filled with questions...but I silently checked myself. Right now, this wasn’t about me. It was about my husband. It was about me sucking up the bullshit and being a wife. It was about me not pushing an argument, and instead, practicing understanding and patience. It was about me displaying unconditional love...
“Babe, I’m sorry...we don’t have to rehash or talk about this now. You are going through something and it scares me not knowing what’s wrong or how to help you, but I know when you figure it all out, you will share, so if you need time to do that, then I will give it to you.” I stood looking at my husband cry. I wanted to hold him, but I wasn’t sure if that’s what he needed. He is a man: A VERY PROUD one at that. To see him cry out with the fear of a lost boy made me feel as if he were already ashamed enough at me seeing him this way and I didn’t want to make him feel more childish by cradling him in a motherly like fashion. So I stood and looked at him and made myself cry tears with more flow and fury than what I truly felt. We carried on this way for an eternity of five minutes...
To be continued ...
3 comments:
someone must've smashed the homies. Nigga crying like a bitch. I hope he didn't take it in the ass...lol. yo i can't wait til part 3!
Dame
Yo this is a GOOd read. What the heck is going on here? The homie going craZy.
I know its going to spice up in part 3 ...
LoL .. speachless, Drop that next one
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