Chapter 21

"What?" I asked Prince just to make sure I was hearing correctly.


"Are you and Mommy getting a divorce?" He asked again.


"No. Where did you get that from?" I turned around to face him.


"Well, Mommy and Uncle Josh came over for Mommy's birthday and while we were eating cake, Mommy, Grandma and Uncle Josh kept talking about cheating in a game then Grandma told Mommy to get a divorce." I turned back around in my seat in complete shock. One, because he retained all that information. Two, because of what I was just told. "Are you, Daddy? Please don't." His voice cracked as if he was going to cry.


"Prince, we are not going to get a divorce."


"Then why did Uncle Josh-"


"He is not your Uncle. He never will be." I began to get angry. Divorce? Really? Then making the kids call Joshua, "Uncle?" I'm not about to take this out on Prince. No. I will never take anything out on my children. Victoria and I will just be having a long talk.




"Bye, Mom!" Victoria smiled as she opened the car door and got in. "How are my boys?" She turned around to find them both asleep. "Oh, what time did Prince go back to sleep?" Victoria asked me as she put her seat belt on.


"Ten minutes ago." I backed out of the driveway.


"Oh!" She sighed. Is divorce really on her mind? Does she really want to screw up this family? If we divorce, I am keeping my boys. I'd fight for them. Granted, I love Victoria, but this is wrong. Dead wrong.




The ride home was silent expect for the soft snores from Prince and Michael. I parked the car and got out. Victoria got out and opened the door to get Michael. I got Prince and went to get their book bags and headed to the door.


"You okay, Michael?" Victoria asked me.


"I want to talk to you when we put the boys down." I opened the door.


"Oh...okay." She said as we went up the stairs and lay the boys down on their beds. "What do you want to talk about, Michael?"


"Let's go downstairs." I shut the door and followed her to the living room.


"What's up?"


"So, you're thinking about divorcing me?" I sat down.


"Divorce? Michael, where on earth did you get that from?" She asked.


"And then you're bringing Joshua around my children?"


"What are you talking about?"


"And they're calling him 'Uncle?'"


"You're lucky I don't have them call him 'Daddy!"


"Victoria, are you trying to destroy this family?"


"Me? You're going to blame me? Michael, you have five bitches on the side. No, wait, make that six including Naomi. And I'm the one trying to destroy this family?"


"They're not bitches. They're friends."


"Friends, fuck buddies, bitches, whores. It's all the same thing."


"Victoria, this is not about me. If I wanted to talk about me, I would be somewhere else right now, trust me. But I'm not. I'm supposed to be here talking about you thinking about divorcing me."


"Michael, this will always be about you. Because the only reason we're having problems in this marriage is because the problem stems from you."


"So you have been thinking about divorcing me, huh?"


"I have never thought about divorcing you. My Mother has suggested it to me plenty of times though. I never thought it was a good idea though, Michael."


"Well, you must think it's a good idea now that you've found out about my 'bitches,' huh?"


"You want me to divorce you. Don't you, Michael? You want to be single again so you can be with them without guilt."


"No, I don't."


"Then where did you get that sick, twisted-"


"From our son. Prince." Once I said that, she got silent. "You brought Joshua over to your Mother's house for your birthday and have my kids call him 'Uncle?' Sure, that's not as bad as 'Daddy.' But wow, V. That's a new kind of low. You diss me and bring that asshole around my children? I've never brought my friends around the boys and I never intend to either."


"Why are you making me seem like the bad guy? I've never cheated on you with him. You're cheating on me without a care in the fucking world!"


"I don't cheat on you."


"You don't cheat on me?" A sarcastic tone accompanied her question.


"Never."


"Look me right in the eye and tell me you've never cheated on me.


I looked her in the eye, "I've never cheated on you."


"Bullshit! You're lying."


"I'm lying? I just looked you-"


"You're good at looking people in the eye, Michael. I've picked up on that. You can look at person in the eyes, but when you lie, your lips tighten like you're mad at someone when you're only upset with yourself because of your own mistakes. So just admit it, Michael, you're cheating on me." I don't have time for this. I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. "Why don't you just admit it instead of going to one of them?!" I got in my car and sped off. I'm not going to deal with Victoria right now. I've got other things to deal with. After what I did to her last night, she's going to bitch at me? Nah, I'm not in the mood to argue today. My phone vibrated. Maybe I should pick it up. It could be Victoria or it could be Naomi. I answered my phone.


"Yeah?"


"Michael, I've got to tell you something. It's really important." It was 4.


"4, I've got other things on my mind right now. I'll talk to you later."


"4? What the- I've got a-" I hung up. I didn't want that to slip out, but it did. I can't take it back and I really don't want to hear her bitch at me about it. I looked through my phone and found Naomi. I guess I'll meet with her early. I called and waited for her to answer.


"Quiet, Kendra! I'm on the phone. Hello?" Naomi answered.


"I take it you're still over Kendra's?" I laughed.


"Yeah, I've got nothing better to do."


"Why do you say that?"


"Because it's a Sunday. I don't know what to do on a Sunday."


"How about spending the rest of the day with me?"


"I thought you had to be home with your wife."


I paused, "...she's trippin' today."


"Oh. What happened?"


"Why don't I tell you over a picnic?"


"That's cool. Where?"


"Meet me at Eden Park by six. I'll get us a little something to snack on."


"Sounds good to me. See ya then." Naomi hung up. This ought to keep my mind off of a couple of things.

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