Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,83
Year’s Eve. I’m supposed to be with you, and you’re the only one I want to spend New Year’s Eve with,” I said. “Well, if you’re invited to a party, they know about me, right?” Max looked at me and replied, “Yes.” “So, why don’t we go to the party together?” I replied. As soon as I said that, I could see the blood drain from his face and decided to wait for his reply before I hit the ceiling. Max held his breath then brought me to tears. “Haley, my daughter’s mother invited me to a party, and I don’t think you’d be comfortable there.” “Oh, hell no, I’m not going down like that again,” I said to myself. I looked Max eye to eye and realized that there was more to the story. “Are you sleeping with her again? Have you fucked her?” I asked as my voice started getting louder!
Just then the house phone rang, and when he didn’t answer it, his cell phone started ringing. Then, they started ringing at the same time. “What’s up with the phone?” I asked. “Aren’t you going to answer it?” He looked at me and began telling me how they had gone out a couple of times while he was seeing and sleeping with me. “The ringing phones are getting on my nerves,” I yelled. “I don’t give a fuck what you tell that bitch on the phone, but you better tell her that your girlfriend said “That you’re not going to no fucking party tonight!”
“Tell her,” I yelled. “Tell her that since she’s the other woman on the down low, she doesn’t get holidays! And you’re staying with me tonight!” Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sat on the couch with my head in my hands while Max answered the phone. I heard him tell the girl on the phone that his plans had changed, and he wasn’t going to make it to the party, then he hung up. I was so enraged with anger; I wanted to forfeit my freedom and cause bodily harm to his arrogant ass. Max tried to lie about the affair but didn’t do a good job. My head was spinning, and my heart felt as if it were about to explode. “Max, I have to get out of here,” I said. Then I stood up and walked to the door. “Baby, it’s not like that, I’ll prove it to you,” he said. “We’ll be together tonight. Let me run inside and pack some clothes, and I’ll order something to eat, and we’ll have New Year together.” I looked at Max, and then walked out the door. I knew my mind wasn’t into driving, and I prayed that I got home safely. No sooner did I pull up in my driveway, Max was pulling up behind my car. We walked into the house together and sat quietly in the kitchen. In the meantime, his phone was still ringing, nonstop. He got smart and realized that this chick wasn’t going to stop calling and turned his phone off. Max knew that he fucked up and now had to redeem himself. He told me that he had run into her a couple of times. “When was that? I shouted. When did you run into her and where were you?” I asked. Max looked at me then turned away. “I ran into her while you were on your family reunion vacation,” Max replied. “I didn’t know where we were going with our relationship so when I ran into her, I asked her out a couple of times,” he said. “Oh, So you need a spare tire while I was away with my family?” I asked. “No, I don’t know, it just happened,” Max said.
I was so pissed off that I couldn’t think straight. As I got up from the table, I accidentally knocked over the ashtray and turned over the sugar bowl, spilling everything on the floor. “Shit!” I yelled. “I’ll clean it up,” Max said. “No, that’s okay. I’ll do it,” and walked to the closet and pulled out the vacuum. I rolled it into the kitchen and turned it on while Max cleaned off the table. It took me about three minutes to get the floor clean of sugar and cigarette butts. As I rolled the vacuum back into the hall closet, I smelled smoke. I looked around and didn’t notice anything burning, then all of a sudden. Poof, the bag inside my