Putting my new found involvement in a love triangle with Nilah and Maleek in the back of my mind, I focused all of my anger on Lance. The closer I got to his apartment, the more upset I became as I remembered how embarrassed I felt earlier this afternoon at Dr. Yang’s office.
I knock twice on his door then proceeded to use my key to let myself in. I barged into his living room to find him sitting on his couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand and a football game muted on the TV screen.
“Hey,” he says, barely glancing from the TV.
Trying to remain calm I began to let it all out, “I’ve been calling you all day Lance. We had our appointment with Dr. Yang which took us months to book and you weren’t there,” I yell.
Lance can always tell when I was about to cry but instead of signaling for me to sit on his lap, per usual, he just looked at me. So I broke down.
“I’m just trying so hard for us to work because I need us to work. You didn’t show up today and I was left with this woman whose man isn’t shit” I sobb, “I know from first hand experience that he ain’t shit, so when she had the nerve to compare the two of you I just—”
Lance abruptly stands up and stares at me for a second then asks, “What do you mean by first-hand experience?”
“I can’t walk into a fucking bar without running into some man you use to have sex with and now it’s happening at the doctor’s office!” he hollers, “I can’t do this anymore.”
The tables flipped so fast I didn’t even realize he had already put my purse in my hand and was walking me out of the door.
I’ll call you later were the last words he said as he closed the door in my face.