I Married The Wrong Person(10)

By: Tiffany Taylor

“Ok then, what about the guy behind us in line at the grocery store that you yelled at?” I asked, knowing that situation was way over the top.

“He had a little too much to say to you too. He didn’t even know you,” he said, feeling like he was still well within his rights for acting the way he did.

“He was a hair dresser admiring my hair.”

“He gave you his number, Theresa!” he yelled. “I had to say something to him.”

“He gave me his business card and asked me to call him if I ever needed a backup beautician. For Christ’s sake, the man looked borderline gay.”

“Still too much and Theresa, I don’t want any guy just walking up to you and flirting with you with me standing there.”

“People network and talk to strangers all the time and I think you need to control your jealous ways and trust me more.” I tried to seem calmer and continue to eat my breakfast.

“I know people network but some men are just disrespectful and it’s not you that I don’t trust. It’s them.”

“Well, when a man gets disrespectful to me, I will be sure to make you aware of it. Until then, you have to trust them too.” I wanted that to be the end of this conversation that constantly comes up in our home. After seeing Kenneth walk out the room with a little pout on his face, I could only think of how much I wish I could lie back down and finish where I left off in my dream, like in the movie Inception.

“I guess I’ll just go get my hair cut today and run some errands while you’re at work!” Kenneth yelled from the kitchen while the sink was running. He was cleaning up from the breakfast he had made.

There was no way I could get back to my dream now. I just picked up the untouched fruit from my plate and whispered to myself, “At least I got the strawberries.”

After getting dressed, I walked in the guest bedroom where Kenneth was on the treadmill, watching the news with his earphone in his ear, and listening to his iPod all at the same time. “Kenneth, I’m leaving for work. Did you put gas in my car?” I stood by the doorway just enough for him to see me.

“I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” he asked, stopping his flow and pulling out his earphones.

“When you went out last night, did you stop at the gas station to fill up my car?”

“No, I’m sorry. I forgot. I’ll just take you in my car and I’ll fill up your car while you’re at work.” He reached down for the remote to turn off the TV.

“You don’t have to. It should be enough for me to get me there and I’ll just stop during my lunch break.”

“No, I’m gonna take you, then take your car and fill it up. I should have done it last night and I didn’t. So, I’ll do it today.”

“Kenneth, I have to be to work in 30 minutes, so I have to leave now. You’re still working out. I can just take myself,” I said, trying not to turn this into an argument.

“I can finish my work out when I come back. I’m off all day. Plus, I don’t want you in the gas stations on that side of town. It’s too dangerous. All types of men roam around the streets down there.” He picked up his wallet to put it in his pocket of his workout pants, not paying attention to anything I was saying.

At that point, it was useless to even continue. I gave up. Then my phone rang. It was Ralph, a very close friend who was like family to me. When I answered the phone and announced his name, Kenneth gave me a look that could kill. I attempted to continue my conversation but only with one word answers because I knew that Kenneth was upset that I was on the phone talking to yet another man.

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Ralph wanted to get Pastor’s number.”

“For what?” he asked again, assuming I was adding the pastor’s name to cover up a lie.

“So that he and his wife, Cheryl, can get information on having their son baptised. What’s the big deal? That’s what I’m talking about; you always have something to say about me speaking to any other man. Including family,” I said, getting more irritated.

“Ralph is not family,” he said, walking off and dismissing what I said to him.

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