Reflections - Linda Dyanne Bolden (ebook reader web .txt) 📗

her bed was startled by the noise and jumped up hastily. The woman reached quickly for the sheet that was hanging from the bed onto the floor. Tyrone eyes had widened with shock, and his face flush disclosing mortification. He couldn’t look straight at Tiara’s tear strained eyes as she shouted “get out!!” “Get out of my damn house Tyi… take your slut with you!!” She quickly walked out of the room leaving both of them standing there looking obtuse.

She knew Tyrone would follow her so she went into her son Terry room and lock the door. She was right about Tyrone as quickly as he could get his ex-girlfriend out of the house he was banging on the door for Tiara to open it so they could talk. He repeated over and over that he was sorry and that she, the ex-girlfriend didn’t mean anything to him and that he truly loves her. Tiara never spoke a word she just listens to his alleged lies. Her tears were heavy and her head was pounding.

She wanted to beat him with a baseball bat, but she knew if she even made any attempt to open the door, he would be waiting there to grasp hold of her until he convince her to forgive him. She loathed him at that point and every moment that went by the images of their sexual acts in her home stained her brain, at that point she felt this was unforgivable and he had the audacity to try convincing her of his undying love for her. “. “I asked you to leave… my home” “Please leave me alone.” She said as her voice cracked. She heard the front door slam behind him.

As she walks to her son bed and lay across the bed drowning in her tears, an hour later she drifts off to sleep. When she awake her clothing was damp and she remove everything but her underwear and walked in her kitchen, reaching in her cabinet for a glass, as she rinse out her glass she headed for the fridge but decided instead of her wine she wanted to get something a little stronger. However in the china cabinet Tyrone had some bottles of liquor in it. She poured herself a glass half full of gin, gulping it down as fast as she could. She returned to her son room incapable of facing her bedroom. Still carrying the bottle of gin in her hand, this time she slept soundly passing out drunk.

When she had awakened Tyrone was standing over her looking very pathetic. “Tia baby I love you so much, and I ‘m sorry for hurting you.” He declared before she could start shouting at him again. “Please baby let’s work this out, I don’t want to lose you baby.” He said continuing his plead for forgiveness. She gave him a piercing look with her blood shot eyes. “You got to be kidding me Tyi; you had sex with another woman in our home, and in our bed, so how in the world do you expect me to forgive you for that.” She said in a serene tone. Tyrone didn’t answer her searching for words. “Tell me Tyi, how long have you been sleeping with the slut?” she questioned. “I know you don’t believe what I ‘m telling you but I only had sex with her a few times, and that was all too it, just sex. I found out months ago that she had my child when we broke up she did not tell me that she was pregnant with my child, however, I know she had a baby a couple of months before we got married but I swear I didn’t know it was my baby girl she gave birth too. Dominique was always messing around with a lot of guys, that’s the reason we broke up in the first place.” He said as he became silent. “So what makes you think that she has change Tyrone, she just had sex with a married man?” “I know I messed up Tia.” “Lets face it Tyi there has to be more than just sex between the two of you, after you have broke it off with her over four years ago and now you’re telling me that its just sex nothing else.” “You can’t keep your stuff in your pants. You bring another woman in our house in our bed, and then you tell me she is the mother of your four year old daughter. You tell me Tyi, “and… now who’s zooming’ who?” “I need you to pack your things and get out of my sight; I am not up for your B.S. right now. So please leave now…” She hollered angrily.

Tyrone grabbed as many of his things as he could and left out of the house hastily. Tiara sobs became intense once again, realizing that her marriage was a total lie. She not only had to deal with her husband infidelity, but the fact that she was in the center of some baby momma drama as well, made her heart ached in pain. She wondered how she will get pass all of this. As each day that came and went by, she worked towards mending the pieces of her broke heart. She writes a poem in her journal about her marriage.

Reflections of her weary face


While she glances at the reflections of her weary face,
Her heart is beating at a rapid pace,
She Prays for Gods love and his amazing grace,
While she glances at the reflections of her weary face
Her body is yarning for husband’s embrace,
She wonders how she got to this dim place,
While she glances at the reflections of her weary face
Her ears hear his laughter throughout the empty space;
She has lost the trust inside of her without a trace,
While she glances at the reflections of her weary face
Her soul feels like it has been displace
She realizes her marriage was a total disgrace.
While she glances at the reflections of her weary face

Now 8 months later, as her life unravels, in her perspective her life is an analogy to the prongs on an adapter, attached to a device, and destined for a re-charge…

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Text: Written By Linda Dyanne Bolden-©-Copyright 2008
Publication Date: 02-10-2010

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