Damien is there with another female and they were kissing! I felt so hurt we just broke up and already he had replaced me. With someone who is sexier, thinner, and prettier than I am. Don’t get me wrong I know I’m pretty but I’m more girly pretty than womanly beautiful.

        My heart felt heavy there was no way I could have a good time. She had coily brown hair, her skin was clear from any pimples or blemishes and tanned. Her skin complexion went well with her yellow sundress. And then she opened her eyes and met mine. I couldn’t believe it I knew who she was. She was fucking kissing my man in public! I was devastated I didn’t want to cause attention to myself so I backed out bumping into Tanya. She looked bewildered as I turned from her and Damien pushed Tanya back out the door. Tanya on the other hand looked annoyed; she would have made a scene.

        “what the hell!”, she exclaimed. I grimaced “lower your voice”, I hissed. When she saw my face her expression softened “he’s here?”, she asked softly. I nodded and burst into tears. She guided me to a bench and I told her everything. Once it was all out I wanted to go home but Tanya insisted we stay and enjoy the movie. Oddly enough I didn’t see Damien the rest of the night and I couldn’t stop obsessing about it.

       The next day I decided to pop in on my favorite person in the whole world. My Aunt Patrice. I took along my very best friend Mandy.  I was feeling pretty blue about life. Somehow we got on the subject of sex before marriage. Auntie was in a rare mood that day. She doesn’t usually interfere with my life but she was on a rampage. “niecey boo”, “you are wasting your youth on that boy”, she said. I groaned inwardly “auntie Damien is a wonderful catch he’s kind and respectful”, “and his family has money”, I said. “which you will never see”, Mandy muttered under her breathe. I gave her a scorching look she wasn’t making my current situation any better. Damien and Amalah were hot and heavy, so much I became scared I would lose him. That was a terrifying thought. But to lose him to my half-sister was not an option. I sighed “what’s the problem now auntie”, I said. “You have been dating that boy for three years now”, “you should be married or at least engaged”, she grumbled. “I know!”, I groaned “but he isn’t ready what am I supposed to do?”, I asked. Mandy gave me a strange look; she knew that we weren’t together anymore. Mandy looks at her watch “well, friend I love ya but I’ve got to go”, she said, “walk me to my car”, she said with a smile. Once we were outside she turned to me “don’t let your auntie get you in trouble”, she started, “be patient girl if it’s meant to be he will propose”, she said. she gave me a hug before getting in her car and driving off.

 I went back inside thinking about what she said. But her words slipped right out of my head at my auntie’s next words. “I got a no fail plan that will guarantee your married in one month”, she said with a devilish grin.

We started planning and here we

Damien

August 6, 2006

I have been somewhat distant with my wife lately. However, I have noticed things are off with her. she’s not acting like herself. It’s like she’s on an emotional roller coaster. She’s been talking about having a baby; she miscarried a few months ago. I can’t tell you how relieved I was, but then I quickly realize how stupid I’d been. I should have waited on getting married. After the miscarriage she seemed to be doing well, I told her we weren’t ready to be parents. I’m too selfish and lazy. But in truth I’m love with someone else and having a baby with Lucy is not in my plans. When I think of the events that led to my current situation I want to tear into someone. I feel like God set me up to do hard time.

        Even still I thank God for my sisters they keep me sane. I have three sisters. I’m closest to Jane and Mackenzie. they are both married and they seem to be happy. I was hoping they would rub off on us. It hasn’t happened yet. I’m 21 years old I know I’m incredibly young, but I wanted my kid to have both parents in the home. I feel like I’ve been bamboozled, tricked, con into this joke of a marriage. I look at my friends and my sister’s relationships and I want that for myself. I had it with Amalah.

Lucy and I broke up and that weekend I met Amalah in Chicago. She was visiting a friend. She was perfect for me: smart, beautiful, and motivated. I fell in love with her after our first date. My sisters adored her. I had finally found someone they approved of. Everything was going good until Lucy told me she was pregnant. I had to give Amalah up I couldn’t drag her into this mess… but my heart still aches for her.

        Where did I go wrong with Lucy? I made the mistake in asking Mackenzie one day and she gave me an earful. "I could go on for hours with a question like that”, she muttered.  " your whole relationship was jacked up from the start “, she said. What she means is how we met.

        I was just leaving one of my play head (play heads are whores but its just a nicer term) house after getting my bristle wet. I noticed Lucy following me so I asked her “What it do ma". "Don’t call me ma, my name is Lucy", she said. "Okay, so what’s up with cha? I know you been following me around", I said. "No I haven’t I live not too far from here", she said. She was lying. She had been standing outside while I was in my play head’s house for the last couple of hours. In the same spot, she was waiting for me to leave.

        I should have known something was wrong with her then. “What you trying to do?", I asked. “Nothing, I just wanted to know your name “, she said. I stood there quiet checking her out from head to toe. “I see you around here, and I know you don’t live out here”, she added. She was getting nervous and I liked that. "Damien”, I said finally, “and how would you know that, ma.", I asked. "I told you not to call me that", she said "I know you can behave better than this", she said. I remained silent and she continues to talk "You’re not really like this, it’s just a font", she said. "Oh?", I asked. “I heard you talking to your sister, you sounded proper”, she said.

        I don’t know it was something about her. Maybe it was her eyes -- she has reddish brown eyes. Brown curly hair, caramel complexion, a butt you can hold on to, and a candy sweet smile. I knew she was different just by talking to her that one time and I tried to stay away but she kept talking to me every time she saw me. I wasn’t trying to get caught up. But I did…

        As I was saying something’s up. Lucy has been very annoying lately. I can’t get away from her. She calls me at work and if I don’t answer she shows up. I can’t even spend time with my family without her bothering me. Just when I’m near exploding I have an epiphany. Lucy is bored maybe a little lonely. She needs a distraction.

        If I could find her a distraction and tempt her to cheat on me. I would be free to get an divorce and move on with my life. There is only one person I trust in my circle of friends to keep my confidence and help me pull this scheme off. I pick up my cell phone and dial a number of my best friend. The line connects and begins to ring, he answers on the second ring.

“Hello, Gary here”.