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He was guzzling his beer, having not noticed that I had yet to touch my plate, when I blurted out, “I’m leaving you.”
He almost spit the liquid out but managed to swallow it as he placed the bottle back down. “Don’t be ridiculous, Jemistry. You and I both know that you’re not going anywhere.”
“I am . . . going. I’ll leave tonight and come back tomorrow, or this weekend for my things. If that’s cool with you?”
“No, the shit is not cool with me!” he yelled out in anger. “You’re not going anyplace. I won’t allow it.”
I sighed. “I’m grown and I can do what I want. We’re not married and—”
“Yet!” he interjected. “We’re not married yet, but we will be.”
“Never!” I exclaimed, getting loud myself. “It’s over, Wesley!”
He smirked and took another bite of his food. “All you’ve ever wanted was me. Now you think that you’re going to walk off into the night like everything is everything? You sound foolish.”
“No, I’ve been foolish, and that’s the point. I’ve allowed you to walk all over me for two years and I will not do it another day. Not even another second.”
I had truly reached “that second.” The second that I realized that I would not tolerate his bullshit for another second of another hour of another day.
“You act like you can keep doing whatever to me and I’m going to take it,” I added.
He smirked again, his gray eyes staring me down as if I were an enemy, which is how he treated me half the time, like a gladiator he was facing in an arena. “You’ve been taking it. What’s the difference now?”
“Wesley, I’ll admit that I have been weak. I’ve held out hope that one day you would wake up, a light bulb would turn on in your head, and you would understand that cheating on me, beating on me, and treating me like your property isn’t appropriate.”
He sighed. “I haven’t done anything lately, Jemistry. Give me a break.”
“It’s true, and ironic, that I’ve finally arrived at this point when you’re actually acting decent. But it’s only a matter of time before you fuck around on me again, or have me getting bandaged up on an emergency room table.”
“I thought you were over that,” he said matter-of-factly.
“Over it? You put a pillowcase over my head and beat me half to death. How does one get over that exactly?”
The bastard actually laughed. “You tell me. Yo
u dropped the charges, came back home, and went right back to sucking my dick every night. Seems to me like you got over it pretty damn quick!”
“You disgust me!”
In truth, I disgusted myself because he was right. I had relinquished all my common sense and self-respect in the name of love. I used to scoff at women who stayed with men who cheated on them, or hit them. Yet, there I was with one who took pride in doing both.
I got up from the table and headed to the kitchen to get my purse and keys. I didn’t plan to stay there another minute. I would get a hotel room for a few days and figure things out from there. Look for an apartment that was available immediately or at least within the next few weeks.
Before I could even get the strap of my purse situated on my shoulder, Wesley was punching me in the back of my head. I dropped to the floor and covered myself to prevent his rage from causing too much damage.
“You filthy bitch!” he screamed. “No one leaves me! I leave them!”
He hit me until he lost his breath and, eventually, his footing. That was all the opportunity I needed. I got up onto my knees and grabbed the cast-iron skillet out of the drainer in the sink, then stood up, and with a swinging motion, hit him across the temple.
He was caught completely off-guard and stunned and then dropped to the floor, wincing in pain while I grabbed my keys and headed to the door.
I paused and looked down at him. An expression of shock was still on his face. “You’ll live,” I said. “I did, and I hope this makes you think twice before you put your hands on another female. I’ll be back here tomorrow with a sheriff to get my things. Now you can go to the emergency room and say that you fell.”
When I got outside into the fresh air and started walking toward my old 1987 Buick Century, a sense of pride overcame me. It had been a long time coming, but I was reclaiming my life, my dignity, and my heart.
I refused to believe that all men were like Wesley. I had simply made the wrong choice and had attempted to change him. I now realized that it was never about me. It was about a sickness within him and a need to humiliate and control women.
Little did I know back then that Wesley was only the first of a string of men who would run ramshod over me. It would be a cycle that would continue for the next twelve years. Shame on it all!
