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Every woman should wear makeup is all I can think as I sit in the waiting room of Dr. Yang’s Couples Revivement Office. I look around and see distant men and their nakedfaced women.

“Nilah and Maleek,” the secretary disrupts my thoughts as she calls the next couple. A woman rushes the desk and begins whispering as the nurse loudly answers her hushed tone, “Well you’re going to have to reschedule if he’s not here in the next three minutes.”

I check the time and realize that Lance is now fifteen minutes late. Where. The hell. Are you? is all I text even though I’m one deep breath away from cursing his voicemail clear the hell out. I aggressively lock my phone then check my lipstick.

I value my looks because I understand that I’m representing myself when I go out, as well as my soon-to-be-husband. I usually dedicate twenty minutes to my makeup but lately I’ve had extra time seeing that it’s been two weeks since I’ve gotten anything from Lance besides a goodbye kiss.

Lance woke up thirty minutes into my morning routine and although it was obvious that he wasn’t in the best of moods, I ignored it and began going down today’s to-do list. I could feel him rolling his eyes as I mention our appointment with Dr. Yang.

Dr. Yang’s unconventional practices were highly rated, making the waiting list all but impossible to get on. I watched my relationship quietly get worse as I waited for an opening and once I made an appointment, I became that annoying daily notification.

I sent a reminder text on my lunch break and I had his secretary put it on his work calendar. I wanted it to be clear that I was invested in the growth of our relationship despite any pushback.

I refused to look like that lonely woman waiting for a man who couldn’t bother to show up, so I decided to fake an emergency so I could leave this office with a shred of dignity. I grab my purse when I hear, “Avery and Lance Dr. Yang will see you now.” Shit. I’m that woman.

Written By: Jamileth Hudson

1 COMMENT

  1. This is a very interesting article! Even as a male I can appreciate this, the idea of how one make look is very common and most people share the emotions without actually realizing it because it not discussed! Very good read!

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