I had just come out from a
successful business meeting
with Image Creation - a movie
production company. My
husband, Felix, was with me. We
whispered to each other, obviously happy that we had
made new partners and could
therefore go ahead with a new
plan to help our company move
forward. It had not been easy
getting to were we were. My husband had been of great
support. We met at the time the
business was just starting out.
He saw the potentials of growth
and had been supportive since
then. A year later, we got married. The
honeymoon was far more than
fantastic in all aspects - sight
seeing, visiting the cinema,
shopping and love making. He
handled me with genuine love, not just the need to hit a spot and
run off. As we walked out of Image
Creation, I heard my name. "Bridget, Bridget!" I recognized the voice so I turned
around. There he stood, hands in
pocket. He was in bad shape,
like he hadn't eaten for days.
Maybe he was sick, who knows?
But his eyes were remorseful. I had never seen him look like that.
All the years we were together,
he was always bold, sure of
everything, never remorseful for
a wrong act. He always found a
way to turn the tables on me whenever I pointed out issues
with the way he treated me. Five
years. For five good years I
stayed in a relationship with a
man who didn't love me. And I
wondered why I couldn't see the writings on the wall. "Hello, Charles. I didn't know you
work here?" I responded. "I don't. I just came to see you."
He said "I heard from a reliable
source that you'll be here." "What can I do for you?" I asked
without the slightest emotion in
my voice. "I want us to talk, please." "And what are we talking about?
I'm a married woman, Charles. I
can't be talking to my ex. It's
disrespectful to my husband,
especially in his presence." "I'm not going to take long. I just
want to apologize for everything." "Isn't that too late?" "No. I know you're married but,
please, I need you in my life
again. I just can't survive without
you." "You're a mad man!" Felix yelled
and made to move on him but I
held him back, pleading. "He has
guts, coming to talk to you in my
presence." Felix boiled. "I know. Let me handle this,
please." Without waiting for approval, I
turned around to face my so
called ex. I frown at him, feeling
really disgusted. "How dare you
even approach me concerning
such matters? And in my husband's presence? If you're
feeling so bad, you should have
thought about what I meant to
you before splitting up with me,
all because of a good for nothing
whore. So what are you saying? I should leave my husband? A
man who has been fateful and
nice, to be with you? I should
leave a man who believed in my
dreams? A dream you told me
was useless? You want me to leave a man who stood for me
when I had no job? As I recall,
you threatened me. No job, no
progress in our five years futile
relationship. Or is it when you
told me you hate my sleep-wake up face? Or when you
complained that I was asking too
much of your time? How could
you say so? Considering the fact
that we were in a long distance
relationship. We saw each other once, at most, twice a year. You
never even spent time with me
whenever we met. You just
rushed off. I blamed myself for
not seeing that you were only
wasting your time, not mine. Now I have a caring man; one who's
love matches mine. He is my day
and night. My sun, my moon, my
air, my rain, my food, my clothes.
He is my world, and want me to
leave him for you? Certainly your nuts have loosened. They need
to be screwed tight. Nonsense!
Meetcheww." I stormed off to the car, leaving
my husband behind to finish him
off, if he still felt like. Through the
rear view mirror, I watched my
husband talking to the pig head.
Whatever he said was not pleasant, I could tell. One hour later, we got home.
Felix went into the bathroom to
shower. While there, a text
message entered hie phone.
Since we usually check each
other's text and answer each other's calls, I opened the text. It
read: "Well, I tested her as you asked.
She passed. Now I want my
money."
Charles. Please o, if you were in my
shoes, what will you do?
