I remember we were on a mini vacation, like we usually take. There were a bunch of us couples, but none that I really knew well. That was sort of odd and a bit uncomfortable, but I dealt with it.

It seemed as soon as we got there he changed. He wasn’t as attentive as he usually is. Then this white girl showed up, alone, but she must have been invited because she seemed pretty comfortable in the place and with the people.

Maybe its my ability to pick up on things that don’t feel right or it could have been plain jealousy, which I would never admit anyway, so let’s call it my ability to sense something wasn’t right, OK?

Anyways, he seemed to get along well with this white girl. (I still don’t know her name.) I would walk into a room and they’d be sitting on the love seat watching TV. Um, why do you have to share such a small space when there are other places to sit?? Is what I was thinking, but didn’t say. Then I’d notice them chatting and laughing, alone, more than I felt was right. The final straw was when I caught him giving her a foot massage. Dude, you’re engaged, you don’t rub other woman’s feet! That’s a N-No, Mr.

I asked him to join me in a private room for a quick conversation. And he did. (I was so proud of myself, because I didn’t bust her in the side of her for fucking with my man. I must have been sober.) When I asked him What do you think you’re doing? How do you think that makes ME look? Don’t you know better than that? And Don’t you care how its going to effect me? Then What about our wedding next week? You’re not acting like a man who is about to get married! The look on his face said it all. He didn’t show my hurt feelings had any effect on him. His face wasn’t that of a man bothered by guilt or sorrow. He didn’t apologize for his behavior. He didn’t say anything. But he got this one look on his face that said it all. Then it hit me. I said Oh my god. You don’t want to get married, huh? He didn’t answer me, but I knew. What was weird was that it felt like a relief, to me too. I was OK with not marrying him the next week.

As he walked away it hit me, I thought about my kids. Then I said Michael, what about the kids? That was the only time he spoke to me, he stopped, looked back at me and said They’re not my kids, so I don’t care. Then he walked out.

I should have been mad, but I wasn’t. I felt fine with this decision. I’m a strong woman who is capable of surviving in this world without a man or a husband. My mom taught me that. So I grabbed my things and left the vacation house. Still proud of myself because I still hadn’t said one word to the white girl, who I KNEW was going to be doing my man later. Whatever, they deserve each other, she’s a skank and he’s a dog.

Once I began walking I noticed the sun was setting and man, it was a gorgeous sunset. That was the last memory I had of Michael and the skank. Then I woke up to find myself wrapped up in Mister’s arms, this morning. Where I’m suppose to be.