I didn’t forget S23…if you missed It’s Wednesday
I did as my mother instructed…I made my way home. I opened the door and passed R sitting on the sofa…still in the dark. I passed the shower and headed for my bedroom. I never said a word. I kept thinking “how can I possibly go to work tomorrow”. I couldn’t even be sure if I’d make it through the night. It was close to midnight, there was no way to reach Dr. Wright to get her to grant me an immediate maternity leave. It was Tuesday night, and my last day of work was scheduled for Friday. I took my clothes off, held my stomach and tried to pray…the words kept choking me so I let my tears express what I could not.
That night felt like torture, my brain tormented me with visuals of what R was doing with someone else. All night I tossed and turned trying to shake it out of my head. I was still shocked that those words came out of my mouth. Call it what you want, but I always felt like I was wayyy too fly for him to ever cheat on me. He did.
When morning came R crept into the room and sat by my side. For awhile he didn’t say anything…he just looked at me. He reached for my hand and said how sorry he was. A few minutes passed and then my mom called. R answered the phone and I could hear her seething…she was talking to him real firm and each syllabul was deliberate. His response was respectful, and then he passed me the phone. I told her that I would have to go to work.
I played 20 questions to the 10th power with R. I needed every detail. He said it only happened once. He tried using a lack of secks as a (weak) defense. After putting the puzzle pieces together I realized that the evening he left to go “help a friend move” was the evening he went to be with her. I remember begging him not to go so that he and I could get close. He went on and on about how he promised, he quickly kissed me and left. I also remember him getting home around 10:30 and climbing into bed.
Despite that, I took his remorse as a sign that we could move forward and restore our marriage…and I loved him.
Three weeks later I had the brain hemorrhage. My mother to this day blames him for it. Stress is a mutha.

