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"Come on Babe...get up."
"Andrea leave me alone."
"No. I won't. Now get your ass up Michonne. This shit has gone on long enough."
"I don't care."
"You need to care." Andrea opened the curtains.
"I just want to die. Could you just let me die."
"NO. I am fighting for you. I will fight for you Michonne. What kind of friend would I be to you, if I just let you waste away?"
Michonne peered at her friend her best friend Andrea. Michonne eyes were swollen and blood shot from days and days of crying.
Andrea pulled the covers from Michonne who still had her pajamas on. The clock read 2pm.
"I need you to talk to me after you get freshened up. You have to get this shit out your system. I miss you. This is not you. You really need to get your shit together. It's been 3 months babe. Come on get up and start taking care of you."
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I didn't know what to do with myself. I really didn't. We met up in the parking lot of Treasure Park that we would sometimes meet up to just walk. Talk. Be together.
It was there that he said he wanted to put an end to everything. He was done sneaking around on his wife. That he owed it to his wife and kids to be a good husband and father. He said he thought about it long and hard, and he wanted to make sure that he broke it off with me face to face. He felt that I deserved it and not over the phone or by text.
I was absolutely blindsided by this. I mean we just spent the weekend together. The whole fucking weekend. I was even looking for a divorce Lawyer for him. I knew of several because I am in the law field.
I just saw red. I was angry. I began yelling despite myself. Despite the people that were standing around or having a goodtime. I lost control.
He was calm. He was trying to calm me down. The more calm that he was the more angry that he made me. When he told me he didn't love me that was the kicker. That was like a stomp right on my heart. My only response was...
"That isn't what your ass said the night before when you were eating my pussy. Now was it Rick?"
"Michonne, you don't have to broadcast this. I...I thought this would go another way. I am leaving."
"Yeah you do that you punk bastard."
He drove off. Left me standing there in the parking lot picking up rocks to throw at his pickup truck. I was so angry at first and the anger turned into devastation that I sat in my Benz for hours still at the same park, afterwards. Didn't care if the bystanders were watching me. They eventually got bored.
I called him.
He didn't pick up.
I called him again.
He didn't pick up.
I texted him.
No response.
I tried to move on. I did try but my heart was broken and that shit hurt. It hurt so bad I had to give my case load to Andrea and Maggie. I took an indefinite leave of absence. I spent days not getting out of my bed.
I called him.
He didn't pick up.
I would call again.
He didn't pick up.
I texted him.
No response.
Ben and Jerry's became my best friend the first three weeks. Alcohol became my sedative for the nights where I replayed all our time together, how we met, our first kiss, the first time we made love. It was never sex. Never.
I called him 5 times in one day.
He answered on the fourth call. He was silent but I could hear voices in the background. A muffled sound of sorts.
Tears were flowing freely, "Rick, baby I miss you. I miss you so bad. I don't know what to do with myself."
Click.
I called back 5 more times.
No response.
I texted him.
Rick: I am done Michonne. Stop it.
I called his house.
A small child answered. His daughter Judith.
I hung up.
I waited a few minutes and called again.
Rick answered.
"Hello."
"Rick."
"Hey, Shane what's up?"
"Rick why aren't you answering my calls."
"Shane you know I have a wife and kids. You know Lori would definitely not like that. You know Lori comes first even before you Shane."
I hung up.
What I couldn't get wrapped around my mind was what were we doing? When we were together was it all just for not...? Really? Was it? The whole thought pissed me off and it work me up to a tizzy. What was I to him? Did it mean anything at all? Was It that easy for him to discard away what we had like it didn't mean shit?
The alcohol had me in such a way the first month. Liquid courage.
I called 10 times.
He picks up on the first ring. He's whispering.
"Michonne. What are you doing? I thought I made it clear?"
"No you didn't make it clear enough. Why are you treating me like I meant nothing to you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"I am married Michonne. What part of that you don't get? What part of that you don't understand?"
"If you were so married then why would you be with me? Why would you lead me to believe that we had something?"
"Michonne...I need you to stop calling me. I need you to not ever call my house again. Have I made myself clear to you. All of it needs to stop."
I hung up on him. He had me in a fit. I wanted to drive by his house and throw a rock or slash his tires or write all over his pick up truck 'Punk Bastard'. I didn't. But I wanted too.
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Now there is my Michonne. All clean and fresh. Talk to me Babe...I am listening."
"Do you remember that event we went to last year? To support Maggie's boyfriend Glen and his colleague Tara."
"Oh yeah...that speed dating shit."
"Yeah."
"That was so fricking fun. Oh my god! I even got laid a few days later from that." Andrea laughed.
"Really?" Michonne was surprised.
"Yep."
"Which one?"
"Well, we both knew I wanted the blue eyed Guy...what was his name Rick?" Andrea looked to Michonne who had a better recall of names.
"Yes." Michonne responded.
"Why are you crying?" Andrea asked.
"He's the one."
"But wasn't he the one that was married?"
"Yes."
"I thought you two didn't hit it off...I thought you said..."
"We didn't. Well I didn't think we did at the time."
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A/N: INFIDELITY. YES. LOL. I am trying to go at it in a different angle from the other 20 angles that I tried to approach it. Slightly convoluted and if any science majors out there just ignore and go with the flow. The scientific angle will be presented soon. I am also writing Honey Bee. I am just not done with it (To the Anon reviewer who is using shame) lol. We will find out why a married Rick was at a speed dating event.