But as I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a woman scorned, and I didn’t know how to fix it. I was a tigress in the bedroom, living room, garage, and anywhere else my husband decided to be creative. At the age of thirty-seven I could still drop it like it was hot with the younger crowd and Electric Slide with people my own age. Years ago, I saw a smart businesswoman with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Would he break her heart the way his father did mine? Or would my poor little girl reap the sins of her father?Įvery time I looked in the mirror I wondered what had happened. One day my son would be some woman’s husband. I gave that bastard everything, and this was how it turned out for me? Every time I looked at my son I saw James, and I couldn’t help but cry.
The only thing that gave me the will to live was my children. I felt like someone had ripped my heart out with their bare hands. Even when I look at them now, they appear to be in love as much as they were when they first laid eyes on each other, if not more. Shit, they’d been married for thirty-six years and I couldn’t ever remember the silent treatment being passed between them. I thought if I did everything right the first time and kept everyone happy, I would be blessed with a marriage like the one my mother and father had. My momma never told me to beware of marital mishaps and conniving women. No one told me that one day you could look up and your life would be a disaster. I ate my vegetables, pleased my husband, looked after my children, and went to work every day.
At one point in my life I thought I had everything under control.
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