“He wants everything except my car, and he’s giving me two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. He also said I can keep the gifts he’s given me during our time together. But I don’t want the gifts. I don’t want anything that reminds me of him. I’ll take the two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. He can have everything else. I don’t even want my car. He bought it for me for my twenty-third birthday.”
“I can understand that, but where will you live? You’ll need a car to get around,” my mom asked in a worried
voice.
“Do I really? I mean I can work anywhere, and there is always Uber.”
“Then come home here. You can live with your mother and me,” Nana said.
“Nana, as much as I love you and mom, I really want to be on my own. Plus, I like the Denver area and I have
friends here.”
She sighed heavily. “Okay, well, will you come for a visit? Now that you are getting a divorce, I can finally tell you what your grandfather left you in his will. I would have told you sooner, but, I didn’t like Jason, and honestly, the way he never wanted to see us in person, and the way he wanted you to stay home, I had a feeling something was going to happen sooner or later. I just didn’t voice it, because I love you.”
“Papa, left me something?”
“Yes, there were stipulations to the will, but I’ll explain everything when you come and visit.”
“Yes, I’ll come. I’ve missed you two so much. I can’t get to the bank until Monday. I’ll book a flight tonight and leave Monday afternoon.”
“Okay baby, we will see you on Monday. We love you, Isha, if you need to talk before then, don’t hesitate to call,” my mom said.
“I won’t. Love you Mama, love you Nana.”
They gave me their love too. I felt a little better after talking to them. I sat there for a minute assessing my feelings. Yes, I was sad that my marriage was over. I’ve loved Jason for almost two years. We started out as acquaintances, then I was his date for his work dinners. That turned into a friendship and then love. Yes, in those three months before we got married there was never any real passion, but there was a build up to the love we felt for each other. I helped him close on a lot of clients. Did he marry me out of gratitude? Did he ever love me? Did he think because I helped him with those clients, I was boosting his career and the moment someone better came along, he just tossed me aside?
I went to the kitchen and got a bottle of tequila out of the cupboard above the stove. I didn’t bother with a glass, I just drank straight out of the bottle. I took three big burning gulps. I felt pressure build in my chest, and then I let out a loud emotional scream. That actually made me feel better.
“You want to get rid of me for your new bimbo, Jason? Fine,” I said out loud, walking to the living room and plopping back on the couch. I took two more swigs. The alcohol started to hit me hard, but I didn’t care.
I looked around the house. Our pictures on the wall, little mementos of moments I thought were special on the book case, or the shelf above the t.v. It was all just clutter. I grabbed my shoes from the floor and stood up. I went upstairs into our bedroom, set down the bottle of tequila and dropped my shoes. I went to the closet and got my luggage out. The first thing I did was grab my birth certificate and social security card. I put them in a suitcase. Then I grabbed my laptop and cords, my charging cord for my phone. My notebooks, where I wrote all my ideas and brainstormed and my pens. Then I started throwing in my clothes, my
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dresses, my shoes. In another bag, I threw in my bathroom stuff and makeup. I went to my jewelry box and only took the necklace my mother and father got me for my thirteenth birthday, a couple of rings my Nana and Papa got for me over the years and a pair of dangled diamond earrings that I bought myself with my first paycheck from my stories. Everything else Madilyn could have. She wants my leftovers, she can have them. I took another drink and smacked my lips. The alcohol was starting to go down smoother.
I kept two outfits out. One I could just discard that I’ll wear around the house tomorrow and the outfit I would
wear to the bank on Monday and then to the airport.
I stripped out of my dress. My b*ob holders plopped onto the floor. I snorted, picked them up and tossed
them into the trash. I had plenty more. I was now just in my little beige thong and some nude thigh-highs.
After I zipped up my two bags, I looked around. There was nothing else I wanted. As I said, I didn’t want any
reminder of him. I picked up my phone and booked a 2 p.m. flight. I looked at the time, it was only eleven. I
was wide awake and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t feel like writing. I actually felt a little reckless. I wanted
to do something that was totally out of character for me. Two very hot bikers flashed through my mind.
Could I do that? I mean, technically my marriage was over and, besides, it wasn’t like Jason had been
faithful.
I contemplated it for a full minute, took another swig out of the bottle that was now half full, then I texted
Savvy.
Are you still awake?
Savvy: Yes, hard to sleep when I have two s*xy men making out right in front of me.
Any chance I can get Savage or Rage’s number?
Savvy: WHAT!!!!!
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Long story short, I was right about Jason. He gave me divorce papers tonight. So, I’m feeling reckless.
Savvy: Oh my God, Isha, are you okay? Do you need me to come over?
No, I just want to forget about tonight. I’m going to go visit my mom and grandmother for a couple of weeks to figure out what I’m going to do. But tonight I want to make an Isha sandwich.
Savvy: Well alright, I’ll get the info from Mac.
A few minutes later a number from Savvy showed up in our text thread. She said it was Savage’s number. I
sent a blowing kiss emoji and then took a deep breath.
I texted the number and, for sh*ts and giggles, took a picture of myself from the chest down as I arched my
back, putting my hand on the dresser behind me. I looked hot.
Hi Savage, I’m feeling needy tonight. This is Isha. We met last night. If you and Rage want to come and play,
I’ll give you thirty minutes to get here before I go to bed. I then attached the picture and hit send.
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