I Married The Wrong Person(9)

By: Tiffany Taylor

“Ummmmmmm. This is very good, honey. You may have out done yourself,” I said to him, knowing that he always waits on my approval for any meal he cooks at home. With him being a chef, he always says it’s more difficult to work at home than it is to cook away. He said his family is his worst critics. Now seeing that he had my approval, he stood up to open the curtains from the window to make sure the light filled the room.

“I thought I would come to your job and take you to lunch today. Is that ok?” He was fixing the bottom of the sheer curtain that was placed on the inside of the golden yellow cotton curtain of the window.

“You know I generally eat lunch with Tammy and Pam at the office,” I answered, while having a mouth full of French toast and eggs. “That’s our way of venting from the crazy people we have to deal with all day. Some of these people that come into that office-”

“I understand,” he said, sounding disappointed and not letting me finish. “I just wanted to spend a little time with you since this was my day off. I would’ve said dinner instead but I know you have your book club tonight. You are going, right?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said, as I was putting a little sugar in the bowl of grits to make it taste a little sweeter.

“I kind of figured that. So, I’m not gonna mess with your ladies’ time with your friends.”

“Kenneth, it’s not like we have to spend all our time together. We’re together every day. Don’t you want to miss me sometime?”

“No. I don’t want to ever miss you. I like being around you. You’re my best friend and my wife. Who wants to be away from their best friend?” he asked, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

“But honey, we are constantly together. We go to church together. Both sing in the choir, so we have rehearsal together. We play tennis together. Besides work, I think the book club is the only thing we don’t do together. I think you need to find some friends. I mean, I love the fact that you think of me as your best friend, but you need other men friends around you to bond with. To do manly things, like scream at the TV when the football game is on, or smoke a cigar while playing poker, or even go camping or fishing. Why don’t you do those things?”

“Because you don’t like those things,” he said, picking up the napkin from my lap to wipe the crumbs from the side of my mouth.

“I got it,” I said, snatching the napkin out of his hand. “Stop it. You don’t need you to take care of me like this. I mean, I love the breakfasts in bed, all the lunch dates, and the Sunday evening dinners with my family after church, but you need to get some free time for you.”

“For what?” he asked, standing up like he was appalled that I would even think that way. “I mean really? For what? So you can go out to some club while I’m gone and flirt with any guy that want to buy you a drink and thinks you’re cute?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s right with that?” he yelled.

“Honey, I don’t have to go out to a club; I can go to work and see a man that may be attracted to me-” I started to explain.

“And you better let me know so that I can put him in his place!” he yelled with a deeper voice, as if he was my superior.

“Kenneth, you’re missing the point. It’s not about the attraction, it’s about the trust. Don’t you trust me? I mean, every time you see me even talking to another guy, you question it like I’m on trial or something.”

“No I don’t,” he said, trying to defend himself.

“What about the waiter at The Cheesecake Factory last week?”

He pointed his finger and tried to prove his point. “He was way too close to you.”

“He was walking us to our seat. Walking ahead of both of us.”

“He didn’t need to talk that much to you.”

“All he said was ‘right this way and I hope you don’t get too cool sitting by the window’,” I said, making him feel really crazy.

“Well, he could’ve directed his comment to me.” He really felt that waiter was a problem. I couldn’t believe him.

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