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family? All bullshit aside, she NEVER needs to call you PERIOD!”
    Ty sat there looking stupefied, but he knew exactly where I was coming from. He didn’t have anything to say at that point. Hell, what COULD he say? He was busted again. Yet, this was not enough proof for me, but it should have been. All of the signs were there, but I was in denial.
    My husband would never cheat on me! He would never hurt me like that. Why would he want to? We both came from families where our fathers cheated. Why would he do that to me? He wouldn’t. His excuses were valid then. Well, that was what I told myself.
    We went the entire weekend mad at each other. He was apparently pissed off because he couldn’t manage his shit. Every lie he told me came back to him full circle.  I had so much nervous energy because I knew he was involved in some mess. My days were long and my nights were short. I spent most of my time wondering what Ty was doing and whom he was with.
     
    Tyrone kept using work as his excuse to be away from the house. During the week, he never arrived home before three AM, and on the weekends, it was the same thing.  This one Saturday, I was home with the boys when I noticed his cell phone bill had come in again. I didn’t hesitate to open it because as long as his retarded ass lived with me, I reserved the right to open his mail and fuck whoever had something to say about it. As I scanned over the bill, I saw the same number from last month. It was Kadeema’s number. My eyes burned with tears as I counted the number of calls between the two of them. There were over fifty calls to and from Tyrone. What the hell?  Why did my husband insist on talking to this woman, I thought. What really hurt me was that he called her more than he called me and I was his wife!
    Usually, I’d wait until he called me, but this was urgent. I needed answers and I needed them now. So, I called him at work.
    “Hello? Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked frantically.
    I thought I could be calm, but that went out of the window when I heard his voice.  My anger got the best of me as I shouted, “Muthafucka, you need to tell me right now; what is going on with you and this bitch? Why the hell do you keep talking to her? It’s like you refuse to end all communication with her and I don’t get it.  You are disregarding my feelings and I don’t like it, nor do I deserve it. I have asked you several times to have nothing to do with her, yet you ignore how I feel? You need to say something before I drop your shit off in the parking lot!”
    I was yelling so loudly and so hard, I thought my vocal chords would pop.  I knew Ty was nervous because he began to stutter.  Again, indicating that he was about to lie.
     
    “Um… uh… wha… what are you talking about, Presley?”
    “You know what? I just told you I’m looking at your phone bill and you STILL want to play stupid or maybe you’re not playing? Let me tell you what I see since you act like you don’t know. You call this monkey-knuckle hoe on your way to work, after you get off the phone with me during your break, and on your damn way home! I don’t know about you, but if I was conversing with another man for over a month that often, I think it would be safe to say we are fucking!”
    This was how I knew he was guilty. If Ty weren’t doing anything, he would go back and forth with me, but he wasn’t doing that. Most people didn’t bother when they knew they hadn’t done anything wrong. Ty was the opposite. He would fight tooth and nail to prove his point and to make me look stupid. He couldn’t help it, he was a Taurus and they were stubborn as shit.  Instead of him arguing with me, he whispered, “Presley, I’m at work, but we do need to sit down and…”
    Click!
    I hung up on him because I had no idea of what he was about to say. Whatever it was, my heart wasn’t ready. Was he about to tell me he was leaving me? Suddenly, I felt as if an elephant was standing on my chest. I