🙈MY NEW NEIGHBOR🙈
🤣{She's a troublesome prankster}😏
EPISODE 2. WOMAN-HATER.😡
🙄BRADLEY💦
A long time ago, I came to a decision that I wasn't a morning person. Morning sucks all the fucking time.
Especially when I was still with Ashley. I didn't only get to hate mornings. I hated afternoons. And nights too. I hated every fucking day.
I'm very used to hiding my emotions and frankly, there ain't much to hide because I don't feel much anymore.
But, I still can't forget the happiness that coursed through me the day our divorce was finalized four months ago. Even though I had to part with a huge amount of money to the money-craver Ashley as her divorce settlement, I still felt very happy.
But, the euphoria of the feeling didn't last long because I started fighting for another thing almost instantly. To gain custody for my son.
The same familiar feeling I've come to know well as guilt settled deep inside me as I thought of my six-year-old boy.
Dave is a very nice kid and I love him with all my battered heart, but I haven't been much of a father to him. Going on a lot of business trips over the years__staying away from Ashley as best as I could__I didn't get to see much of my son and I never knew that he was also a victim of Ashley's wickedness until it was almost too late.
I still remember that afternoon five months ago that I came back from a business trip from France, far more early than I told Ashley that I'll be.
I still remember the shock on my face to see a large hand imprinted on Dave's little cheek. I still remember the boy's relief as he saw me and the way he squeaked "Daddy!" with wide eyes and climbed into my arms tightening and pushing into me as if he wished to disappear into the large expanse of my chest and never get out.
I still remember the rage that coursed through my body when I confronted Ashley about it, demanding answers. I know she meant to lie to me just like she used to but she must have seen something in my eyes and decided that lying won't be a smart thing to do. She'd told me that her 'friend' had gotten angry and unintentionally hit our son.
"You know Dave can be very annoying sometimes..." she'd said nonchalantly. When she saw that I was barely tittering at the edge of an uncontrollable rage, she'd quickly added, "But Morris didn't mean it, I swear. He was very regretful and remorseful afterwards, he apologized to Dave."
It was afterwards that I found out that Morris was her current boyfriend and apparently she'd had a lot of them over the years. I wasn't even surprised when I found out. Our seven years marriage stopped working five years ago when I found that Ashley was just a lying manipulative money-craving slut that apparently married me because she wanted to live in riches. She'd said so herself in one of our arguments.
She was a very poor girl when I met her, but I'd sincerely thought she loved me. I am man enough to admit to myself that Ashley fooled me very very well, that I completely thought she loved me. Then, she'd lied to me that she was on the pill. Only, she wasn't and that was how she got pregnant with Dave. I knew I had to marry her because I loved her and wanted to give my child a name.
"I know that's the only way to tie a man like you. If I hadn't gotten pregnant with the little fool you wouldn't have married me." she'd rubbed it to my face during our last argument.
Seven years in marriage with Ashley, I found out that I have grown to hate women. Really hate women. A very raw hatred.
Long story cut short, it didn't take long into our marriage for me to start seeing the true Ashley. But seeing her treatment of my son, that was my undoing. If I didn't know better I'll think that she didn't give birth to Dave. It was an ugly divorce and an even uglier fight for custody. Ashley wanted to keep Dave not out of motherly love, but she keeps that if she gains custody, I'll be sending a huge amount of money every month to her for child support.
When my son chose me who's never really been there for him over being with his mother, it shattered what's left of my heart and I knew I had to fight tooth and nail to gain custody of him.
And I did fight. And I won the fight yesterday.
Today, I'm on my way to pick Dave from Ashley's. He will be moving in with me. I swore that I'll make up for all the lost years with him, and even though I don't know shit about kids, I'll damn well learn.
I was almost done answering the call of my manager, telling him to handle things right because I won't be at the office today. I'd almost reached my car when I heard the familiar movement behind me. I swiveled my head to see my 'neighbor' again. I bit back the anger I felt and quietly pocketed my phone.
The woman's sense of dressing sucks more than her ruffled hair that looks like spikes on her head, even though she's got a very long curly hair.
I might hate women and their guts, but I still got eyes, and I know a beautiful woman when I see one. Miriam Lopez is beautiful. She isn't exactly slim but she's not even on the thick side. Even though she's always in a pajamas, I know that shapeless silk is hiding curves. Mouthwatering curves and even a more killer boobs.
Too bad, I don't give shit.
"Good moooooorning." She singsonged as she walked closer to me with a bright smile on her face.
She knew I wouldn't answer. I never do. Yet, she always comes out and greets all the damn time. I don't know why she does that. I learnt a long time ago that you can never understand women and the smartest thing to do is not to even try.
Perfectly okay with the one-sided conversation, she continued. "I see you're on your way to work again. I almost thought you won't be coming out today, but here you are." she was saying....that smile still unwavering on her face.
I gritted my teeth. Another reason I hate seeing my neighbor is that she's a morning person. I mean, who smiles this huge after waking up from sleep? Even after I drink coffee, I don't smile this way. Okay, the truth is that I don't smile at all. But still.
The only set of people that can look at me and smile this way is my employees at work. But only because they're putting in an extra effort not be fired.
"Did you hear about the gathering at the Smiths on Sunday? They live just down the streets. It'll be the right thing to do to show up there, you know. Every other person around here would."
I don't really know what gave her idea that I wanna do the right thing. I just kept staring at her. That's what I do every damn time she stands in front of me and try to make small talks.
Looking at her is not really a hustle, because the woman is very easy on the eyes. I don't know why I don't just enter my car whenever I see her. I don't know why I stand there every damn time to look at her and listen to her annoyingly melodic voice.
She narrowed her eyes, "You know, if I don't know better, I'll think you don't talk at all. But, you do....you were just answering calls a few minutes ago, and Mrs Nancy said that even though you didn't say much, she talked with you when you were buying the house." she shook her head, "No, you can talk. You just like being an asshole to me." she was still smiling even as she says it.
Something about her just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's her beauty, that reminds me that Ashley was just as beautiful. Or clear noticeable difference between them.
Where Ashley is a slow dangerous poison that doesn't talk much and don't give a damn if you show her any attention as far as you get money whenever and how ever she wants it, this woman seemed to be a talkative and doesn't take it well if she's ignored.
Hell, I don't even know why the heavenly fuck I'm comparing these two women. I just hate women so damn much.
The worst part is that she knows that I don't wanna talk to her.....I can see the wicked glint in her eyes. She knows, yet she always pushes my buttons.
The question that still bugs me is why I stand here every damn time to listen to her when I obviously hate her guts?
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