I stirred the tomato sauce as it began to boil in the pot. Tonight I decided on making Kirk’s favorite… Spaghetti and Meatballs. I always cooked this when we needed too talk. Lately he’s been a tad bit clingy, and it’s starting to rub me the WRONG way. Now don’t get me wrong if he didn’t want to be near me than I would start to suspect he was cheating but…too much affection can become real old, real fast.
Moving to Houston wasn’t my place of choice but Kirk felt that it was best we’d start over fresh after I got the abortion. I had no friends or family here, all I had was Kirk. I kind of like it this way but I miss having lunch with my girls, tea sessions, and most importantly watching my ‘niece’ Sanai grow up. Hopefully Lex can bring her to Philly, I swear that girl is a spitting image of her with a few features of Trey.
I placed the pot top back over the sauce and checked on the noodles. The front door of our apartment opened and I heard footsteps walk through the house.
“Hey baby.” Kirk said as he placed his arms around my waist.
I continued to stir the noodles, “Heyy.”
“Hmm. Spaghetti?” I shook my head.
He kissed my cheek and let go of my waist, “Let me go freshen up, had a long day at work.”
We sat at our table and ate in silence, I can’t stand silence for anything. I guess this would be the perfect time to talk to him about the trip.
“Kirk?” I played with my meatballs.
He sat his glass of lemonade down and looked at me. “Yes babe?”
“I’m going to Philadelphia for a couple days…with the girls.”
“That’s cool. Maybe I should come -”
I dropped my fork, “NO!”
“Why you say no like that?”
“I mean… it’s going to be me and the girls. No boys allowed. Gives us time to catch up and reminisce. … Plus I think me and you need a little space.” I bit my lip.
One of his brows raised, “Space?”
“Yes.. just a couple days without me in your face and vice versa.”
“Cool?” I lifted my right brow.
“Yeah…” He grabbed his plate and placed it in the sink and made his way upstairs.
I sighed as I made my way to the kitchen and began to wash the dishes. I just the old saying is true in this situation… ‘You reap what you sow.’