“In Every Relationship, Three is a crowd” – A saying every man knows but mind fully ignores
As much as I tried to fight it, I couldn’t help but ponder about the other woman. What did she look like? Why did he need her? What did he tell her about me? Did it bother her that we were in this love triangle? And the thought that sent chills down my spine was “Did she even exist or am I just crazy?”
Something was off! The books and the internet all suggests it must be another woman and I listened to them and took the challenge…It was ON!
I hated snooping! I wouldn’t even do it to save a life! Not tonight though, my mind was made up! I waited for him to fall asleep. As usual he wrapped his strong, long arms tightly around me. Anyone who watched us while we slept will think he loved me so much and couldn’t help but cuddle up like it was a requirement for a good-nights sleep. Not me! I knew better. Maybe that was the case when we started dating but now I know he just didn’t want me sneaking up on him while he slept. Today I didn’t care. I was going to do it. I was going crazy with all these thoughts! Something has got to give! I turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He loved it when I did that. I watched him smile in his sleep. “Does she do this to him?” asked the voice in my head. I gently unwrapped his arms around me after I picked up his phone from under his pillow as I got up out of bed. I did it! “Babe, Where are you going to?” …Or so I thought. I looked at him and with a calm sweet smile on my face I said, “To the bathroom. Go back to sleep baby.” Operation “Find her” was officially in full swing! Today is the day I get all the answers I ached for! Off to the bathroom we go!
This is the part of the plan I didn’t have figured out and I couldn’t help but curse Steve Jobs and all the creators of smart phones with pass codes, unlock patterns, finger print unlock , Face unlock and worse off Retina unlock! Really? Are you all kidding me? It’s just a damn phone not the secret bank of a nation! I rolled my eyes so hard I felt my brain twitch in disapproval! “Babe? You di hold bar?” said the voice that used to make my body yearn for him but now just made my skin crawl. The old me would’ve laughed out loud enough to wake the neighbors when he said “Hold bar”. It was our way to describe toilet time when you have an upset stomach. He always said you need to hold on to something (bar) when you pooping your bowels out! Yup! We were so in love we didn’t mind grossing each other out!
I faked a laugh (I did that a lot lately) and said “Not only one bar O! Two bars” then I quickly tuck his phone in my PJays and went into the bedroom with that fake smile that smelled like a few fake friends I would know. He had that “I-wanna-make-midnight-love to-you” look and I had that “How-the-hell-do-I-put-this-phone- back-under-his-pillow before-he-notices-it’s-gone” look! Shit! This night wasn’t going as planned at all! We hadn’t been intimate in a long time or in better words since I smelled the other woman on the dark blue stripe shirt I gave him for his birthday. It helped that I lived in a different town and only came around occasionally so I could make some excuse (i.e fake periods! Yes I did! C’mon! Girls use that trick everyday so don’t you say a word!) For the few days I was with him. This night was starting to feel like an episode of R. Kelly’s Trap in the closet. Wow! I took a deep breath and got my sexy on as I crawled on top of his body trying hard to shake off the image of her body on his…doing things I knew only I used to. “Focus! You have to get this phone back at all cost” said annoying voice in my head. I leaned forward and kissed him deeply as I could. He got carried away (For the record Ushers’ “Good kisser” track was inspired me lol) and I placed his phone back. I lay there as he indulged himself to every piece of me like a predator feeding on its helpless prey.
It was finally over and he was fast asleep. I stared at his lips while he slept: Couldn’t believe these small, soft red lips will spit out the huge, hard lies he told me on a daily. Just as I was about to close my eyes hoping sleep will heal to my bleeding heart …the doorbell rang. TIME: 2:30am.
(TO BE CONTINUED)