Authors: T.P. Horton
Religious Love (13 page)
As time moves on my husband and I are doing just fine. His memory is coming back to him more fluently. The businessman, lover and confidant is come back full force. The person that I fell head over heels in love with is making it his business to get my heart and trust back. Things will never be the same but we are making progress.
I have been spending a lot of time with Olivia, my best friend since Lenora gave me her fifty shades of shade. I keep her as far away from me as possible. Not because I’m bitter or anything of such, but I want to continue to be a woman of character regardless of our circumstances.
The truth of the matter is that I love her children as though they were mine. She was the woman that helped me get my oldest back on track. Yes, it takes an Indian to raise a village but due to her disrespect there is a cowgirl in the camp. My mouth is loaded, cocked and ready to shoot. When I get in the right frame of mind trust and believe, I’m going to address the issue at hand. Until then I’m focused on reconstructing my marriage.
I know that she has to know by now that something is wrong. It’s not like us to go a day without talking and here we are at day 90 with minimum talk to barely any at all. A woman’s intuition or maybe her guilt is keeping her from really engaging with me.
I bet she wonders if my husband spilled the beans on their conversing or not. The truth of the matter is that he never did tell me. That’s okay for the most part because that situation was invalid and the both of them were non-motherfucking factors at the time. Let’s face it rather it is on the terms of taking a break or needing your space; in my eye’s it’s a damn break up. It’s a bittersweet freedom, to do whatever you want; until you figure the shit out.
I did my dirt too. When Lee left me for a spell I ended up letting my cuddle partner give me some head. After numerous attempts to communicate with him, I don’t kiss ass so I got mine kissed. It wasn’t to get back at Lee. At that time, with his neglecting my trying to fix the situation, I wanted to be touched. I needed the comfort of a man and Slackston was who I turned too.
He needed the comfort of a woman. We shared the same issues, a broken heart. The beauty of it is that eventually we were led back to the people that our hearts panted for. That moment was never forgotten as it sufficed our temporary fix. We parted ways and moved forward in our marriages.
Chapter 1: The Cookout
To pass time, I would go hang out with my mother. It made things easy keeping me busy and my mind off of Lee. There was so much wisdom that my mother gave me during this era that it really made me appreciate Lee and my marriage. I vowed to do everything in my power to keep this thing a float. You know how we women can be. When things don’t tend to go our way, it’s easy for us to self-sabotage. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m guilty of this very thing.
Today I help prepare for her and Sunny’s 25th anniversary shindig. I’ll be glad when this shit is over Lord knows this woman has been driving me crazy for the past two weeks. I look up to ole Sunny with his evil ass. I always thought that it was impossible for vinegar and oil to mix, evidently I was so wrong.
Our friends and family begin to arrive at my mother’s house. The backyard looked like a smorgasbord, party house, reception and fairground all in one wop. The festivities are going as planned until Lenora arrived. I couldn’t help but get tickled that the record scratched as she entered the backyard. The DJ read my mind well, because I’m like what the fuck is she doing here as I sip this strawberry daquri and pull my straw hat over my face. I guess if I would have told Pearl the business, she wouldn’t be here in the first place. So it would be safe to say that this uncomfortable position that I’m facing is my fault.
The only one who knew about my personal life and that situation was Olivia. And my loud my friend is also in the perimeter. My only request to Olivia was that she didn’t disrupt my mother’s big day. And of course she promised to behave today. But I know my friend. The best thing for Lenora to do is to act like folks up in this piece.
It eludes me that she can’t even make eye’s contact with me. I can see the nervousness spewing from her essence as a woman. I use to have the utmost respect for this woman to the point most folks would call me stupid. The truth is I was just being a real damn woman to my husband’s past life. We both had baggage but mine disposed of them long before my children were registered in the fucking daycare. His came with a lifeline of history, I respected that and was not going to get in the way. I knew my lane and drove that bitch well.
“Olivia, bring me a corn on the cob while you over there flirting with my cousin.”
“Aint nobody flirting with Josiah’s fine ass.” She smacked my first cousin on the ass and walked over to the wicker chair and sat next to me.
“Um,” looking over at her hand, that didn’t have my damn corn on the cob in it.
“Um go and get your own corn on the cob bitch!” She looked at me with the side eye.
I already knew by the way her lips twisted. She wanted to know the same question as I did. What in the fuck was Lenora doing over here? I went on ahead and braced myself.
“Now, while you’re worried about some corn. Spill the tea and tell me, what is that bitch doing over here? Hmm, tell me that because it couldn’t be me! Honestly, I want to go and shut this shit down. For real, I just want to pull her by her mother-fucking ear, drag that bitch to her car and wave that ass goodbye!” Shaking her head from side to side and guzzling the rest of her drink down.
“Your guess is as good as mine!”
“Okay then, you wants some corn on the cob. I got you some corn on the cob with extra fucking butter,” patting her purse.
“You promised Liv!” I pulled my shades down.
“I did and I’m going to behave, today! Now tomorrow is not promised.” She huffed and took a breather.
Olivia got up and walked over to the grill where there was corn in the cob which sat right next to where Lenora was standing fixing a hefty plate.
I sat back looking at my friend boldly make her presence known. It was only proper that Liv was down for the cause. And though she didn’t act a fool her behavior was one that was full of beef. I can only imagine what’s about to go down. I should have known better than to vent to this belligerent friend of mine. Let me brace myself just in case I have to act a fucking fool with Liv. Because if she buck, I’m bucking even harder and it’ll be called a yard bird beat down in this bitch.
*****
She stomps the back yard walking in a dangerous way and bump into Lenora so hard that it knocked her plate out of her hand and on her white jumpsuit. She turned around and with an attitude and looked at Olivia. Olivia gave off some heat with her stare. It was the look she’d give whenever it was about to go down. The bitch what look made Lenora respond different then what she wanted too.
“Excuse me,” Liv pulled out my corn on the cob that I really don’t want right now.
“You’re excused,” Lenora picked up her doggy bag off of the ground and tossed it in the trash.
“Olivia right”
“You know who I am,” attitude echoed over the music.
“Oh, yeah I remember you,” looking at Olivia like, bitch you’re not going to help me pick this shit up.
Olivia looked down at the mess, smiled at Lenora and walked the fuck off. Josiah was peeped her out, watching nothing but her ass shake form left to right and was loving so much that our friend and family cracked up in laughter.
Her eye’s followed Olivia as she mumble, “bitch” up under her breathe.
Sunny’s nosey ass doesn’t miss shit and his antennas went up. I saw him walk over to Pearl, who was kicking ass on the spades table and whispered into her ear. She looked over at me, Olivia and glanced to the right watching Lenora clean up her mess. I don’t know what she whispered back into his ear but he shook his head in agreement, trotted back over to the old heads and finished playing horseshoes.
More Books by Author T.P. Horton
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Next of Kin
Thou Shall Not Sin
Can’t Stand to See You With Another Bitch
Daddy’s Woman/ The Voice of Kay Mann
The Good Husband
The Soliloquy of Her King
I’m Talking to You
13 Tough Pills /Women Should Swallow
B.D.C A Male Supremacy
B.D.C A Male Supremacy Extended Edition