What if he is working late tonight? But I don't know, it's 4 a.m., that's too late.
What if he's with the babymomma? No, can't be. I double-checked her Instagram page and she's out of town.
You stay up considering calling him or going to his office to make sure he's there. But you're so afraid of the call going to the voicemail that you're dialing the number and feeling an array of emotions as you're sent straight TO THE VOICEMAIL.
Just a week ago, none of this mattered.
On your lunch break, you run down to Huff Furniture to see what's new in stock. The pieces are bomb, but the price tags are more than your biweekly paycheck's put together for the month. However, you weren't planning on paying for the furniture anyways because your "man" is a boss and there is nothing you can not have. *click, click* You send the pictures of the sophisticated and comfortable Mona Lisa four-piece sectional that has seat cushions bolstered by loose back cushions, to him. He texts back, "Cool." Not caught-up in the simple jargon, butterflies fill your tummy and you leave. Two days later, you hear a loud knock at the door. You slang the door open getting ready to give whomever it is a piece of your mind, but it is him. The beautiful, long-stemmed, red roses caught your eye and your mind instantly went blank. He lifts you up and gives you a long intense, entwined, kiss. I see the furniture was delivered. You, ignoring the fact that he has not been home in two days, "Yes baby. I love you. Thanks!!"
He goes into the bedroom and turn his phone completely off. As you notice this, you could not hold back, so you yell out, "Why in the hell are you turning off your phone?" And how come it takes you forever to return my calls and/or text me back, but you have been holding the damn thing in your hand since you got here?" He is unmoved, uninterested, and unbothered. "You tripping."
You storm out. Before you knew it, the tears broke free. The rest followed in an unbroken stream that pronounced the force of the gusts and winds known to happen during a hurricane. You sat down in an unmounted position. You have it all. The penthouse over looking one of busiest cities in the country: New York, the AMG S550 Benz, the Christian Louboutin high-heels, enough clothes to fill up three closets completely, but somehow you're empty.
And it's all because of him....
What should she do?
Will she leave?
Segment will be continued in two weeks,