I say, then I get in my car.
Tremaine closes the door behind me, then gives me a single hand, motionless wave, while watching as I drive away.
Chapter 6
Torn Between Wrong and Right
On the drive home, all I can think about is how much trouble I’m in. My lips are plump and they already miss Tremaine’s lips. Yep, I’m in trouble.
I call my sister. It’s a little after ten o’c lock, and I know she’s still up. Even if she’s not, she gotta get up because I have to get her take on this. Gina is single, been through her share of bad relationships and I trust her to give me sound advice.
“Yo, whassup,” Gina answers.
“What’s up with you?”
“Girl, nothing but watching this crazy movie on Oxygen. What you up to?”
I sigh. “I just kinda, sorta had a date.”
“A date? Oh shoot... I see you and Corey trying to get it together, huh?”
“That’s the thing...it wasn’t with Corey.”
“Say what?”
I bite my lip, feeling nervous and excited just to tell her about this. “You remember that cute guy I told you about from work?”
“Yeah...”
“Well, I met him at a bar tonight.”
“You did what!”
“I met him at a bar...and it actually wasn’t supposed to just be me and him...he told me there would be other people there but when I showed up, he kindly informed me that no one else was coming and that he made it up so I could meet him there. Alone. So we had a drink, talked about work and—”
“Okay, you are not going to convince me that you met this guy at a bar and only talked about work. Now, dish.”
I sighed. “Okay, so he likes me.”
“Wow. Really?”
“Yeah. Really .”
“But you did tell him you were married, right.”
“Yeah, I told him, but you know how things a re with me and Corey right now,” I say, withholding tears. “I just feel like I’m ready for a change. I’m ready to start living. I need to find myself and what I want and desire. I’m sick of my stupid job, my rocky marriage and I love my son to death, but he’s like five kids all rolled into one. I honestly feel like my life has completely escaped me and now, instead of doing the things I want to do, I’m stuck doing the some ol’ crap every single day of my life.”
“ I understand the whole routine thing, Kendra. I have a routine. Heck, everybody with a job has a routine.”
“ But don’t you get tired of doing the same thing every single day.”
“Well, yeah, I get tired, but guess what? My bills aren’t going to pay themselves.”
“I know that, and I’m not specifically talking about jobs...I’m talking about everything in life that you do over and over again.”
“Oh, so what you’re saying is, you’re tired of doing Corey,” she says then laughs.
“No. Well, yeah. I mean, we’re not doing it , but I’m tired of him. Yeah, that’s it,” I say, reaching an epiphany. “I’m tired of being Corey’s invisible wife and tired of taking Brandon a bath, cleaning his room...I’m tired of being a mommy...I just need a break.”
“I understand where you’re coming from...I do, but the grass ain’t always greener on the other side, Sis.”
“Yeah, but I think that phrase should be used on a case by case basis, because guess what ? Sometimes the grass is greener on the other side of the fence and I don’t want to be stuck with yellow grass my whole life when I could’ve had some green, luscious grass.” I find a Kleenex in my purse and dab my eyes.
“I feel you on that,” she says. “Well, you know I’m here for you no matter what. I just don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Hey, how did you manage to get out of the house anyway?”
“I told Corey I had a work thing...he kept Brandon and I went.”
“Where are you now?”
“I just pulled up in the driveway, and you know Corey is somewhere in there waiting for me. I told you how he likes to interrogate me anytime I go out, so now I gotta get ready for