When
A Woman's Fed Up: Past (2001)
I'm
standing here looking in the mirror
Saying
"damn" to myself
I
should have known the day would come
That
she would find somebody else
And
all the things I took her through
Shit,
I shouldn't have lasted this long
Now
I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone
"Why you by the window, what's wrong Daddy?" I ask. I see the suitcase he's stuffing with clothes. I remember the night before. "It's okay, she won't be mad when she gets back."
"I hurt her real bad Danny," he says. He hangs his head and takes in a deep breath, he rubs his huge pecan colored hands over his stubble. He won't look at me. "She's going to be mad at me for a long time."
"If you knew all that, why'd you do what you did?"
"Things haven't been great between your mother and I."
"And? Did you think cheating was going to fix it?"
"You sound like Olivia," he laughs softly.
"What, logical? Mom's pretty diplomatic, Dad, it wouldn't have killed you to talk things out with her."
"Oh yeah, I could've talked until I turned blue in the face, but Olivia can't hear me. Her head is so far up Captain Cragen ass that you can see her face through his eyes."
"That's not fair, Daddy, she can't exactly tell her boss 'no'."
"She has no problem saying it to her family."
"I know, but screwing random women and coming home drunk, doesn't strike me as the strategy to get her to change her mind."
"What have you been reading?"
"Dad I'm serious, what you did was stupid..."
"Look here, Danika, don't get beside yourself..."
"Sorry," I join him on the couch and stare out of the window too.
"I bet she's with Elliot now," he snorts bitterly. I roll my eyes.
"He's her partner Dad."
"You know what I meant."
"Eww, he's married."
"So was I."
"Was?"
"Would you stay with me if I treated you the way I've been treating her."
"Who's coming over to help you move?"
Cuz
when a woman's fed up
(No
matter how you beg, no)
It
ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing
you can do about it)
It's
like running out of love
(No
matter what you say, no)
And
then it's too late to talk about it
(Too
late to talk about it)
"Olivia, we need to talk," I hear him say as soon as she walks in.
Silence.
"Olivia, come on now..."
"Felix," she's using her cop voice, defiantly not a good sign. "I'm really not in the mood for drama."
"Please, just talk to me."
"Now you want to talk? You weren't thinking about talking when you were out playing your instruments into somebody else's band..."
"Liv, don't use my sayings against me, they don't work for you."
"You use my job as an excuse to sleep around, but it doesn't work for me. If you were any more full of shit, your eyes would be brown."
"Well it's not like you're hear to listen anyway."
"So what, Felix! So what, that doesn't give you the right to sleep around. Did you think about Danny and what this would do to her, huh? Did you? She's twelve years old, she needs her father around."
"Nothing's going to stop me from seeing her, Olivia."
"Oh, really?"
"Look, things haven't been right between us ever since you joined that unit. I know some of what you deal with everyday and I can't imagine what it's like to bundle that up inside of you, but pushing Danny and I away won't ebb the pain and the guilt Liv. I shouldn't have cheated, those womenwere my way of dealing with the loss of you."
"You didn't lose me, at least not then," I hear her sigh. I know she's running her fingers through her short, jet black, hair. "You knew I was going to be a cop when you married me, I explained countless times what that meant..."
"You explain things to Danny constantly, does she always listen"
"Are you a child?"
"Weren't you the one that said men are like children?"
"Felix..."
"I know, I know, but I thought things...you'd...change after we had Danny."
"You thought I was going to quit my job because I had a child, get your head out of the 1950s. Besides, Elliot has four children and..."
"There you go with Elliot."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Elliot this, Elliot that, I'm sick of hearing is name in this house!"
"Well it's a good thing you're moving."
"Are you fucking him?"
"Excuse me? No, as a mater of fact, I'm not. Even if I was you wouldn't have room to comment about it."
"I can't deal with you right now!"
The front door opens and then slams.
Now
the up is down
And
the silence is sound
I
hurt you too too many times
Now
I can't come around
