“Hey, baby, you look great. I was afraid you weren’t going to be ready but man are you ever.” A chill swept over my body as he looked me over from head to toe pausing for a second too long at the boobs. I self-consciously crossed my arms to cover them up.
“What are you doing here?”
“We’re going to dinner. Didn’t you get my flowers?” Brad had pushed his way into the house and was standing in the entryway now. “Where are they?”
“I tossed them.”
“You did what?”
“I tossed them. In the trash can at work.”
“But you’ve been harping on me for months about never buying you flowers and I finally do and you throw them away. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do.”
“And cheating on me, getting another woman pregnant and leaving me at the altar wasn’t?”
“I thought we were over that,” he said.
“You had the nerve to march back into my life and proclaim that you were over it but you being over it does NOT make me over it. You don’t get over something like that, Brad. Oh hell no.”
“Okay, so maybe you weren’t over it so much, but you sure were under it last night baby.” He winked at me and grinned slyly. My stomach turned just thinking that this was a man I came so close to marrying.
“I had no use for your disgusting bouquet of flowers and I have no use for you, regardless of what I may have done last night when I was too plastered to remember my own name. And shame on you for taking advantage of my condition.” I shoved him firmly in the chest but he stood firm. He looked angry but calm.
“What are you doing here?”
“We’re going to dinner. Didn’t you get my flowers?” Brad had pushed his way into the house and was standing in the entryway now. “Where are they?”
“I tossed them.”
“You did what?”
“I tossed them. In the trash can at work.”
“But you’ve been harping on me for months about never buying you flowers and I finally do and you throw them away. That’s a pretty shitty thing to do.”
“And cheating on me, getting another woman pregnant and leaving me at the altar wasn’t?”
“I thought we were over that,” he said.
“You had the nerve to march back into my life and proclaim that you were over it but you being over it does NOT make me over it. You don’t get over something like that, Brad. Oh hell no.”
“Okay, so maybe you weren’t over it so much, but you sure were under it last night baby.” He winked at me and grinned slyly. My stomach turned just thinking that this was a man I came so close to marrying.
“I had no use for your disgusting bouquet of flowers and I have no use for you, regardless of what I may have done last night when I was too plastered to remember my own name. And shame on you for taking advantage of my condition.” I shoved him firmly in the chest but he stood firm. He looked angry but calm.
“Your condition?” He laughed that menacingly laugh that always managed to make me cower in front of him scared of what might happen next.
