At that moment I just wanted to slither away into nothingness. I was so embarrassed for him, the girl on his arm, myself and yes for Ezile. What do you say to your child after she sees you cheating with someone her age? The security guards were upon us and asked us to leave. Imagine kicked out of pick n pay. Thank heavens it was early morning and there not really that many people. I managed to negotiate with one of the guard and I paid for my things. Ezile was nowhere to be seen. She had marched out of the shop angrily. Zimasa had gone with her. I took my shopping to the parking lot. Whatever happens today at the braai shit was going to hit the fan. What Ezile had said would surely provoke an attack from this fool. In front of everyone. Imagine. I tried calling Zimasa but her phone was off. I figured that because we had come here so unexpectedly she had left it at home. Even He was nowhere to be seen. People were staring at me but I acted as though nothing had happened and calmly went to my car even though inside me everything in me was saying I should run.
When I got home my wife asked her where the girls were. I told her the whole story including the part where Ezile said she had fucked me. My wife totally dismissed it because she did not even blink twice. To her Ezile had said that to spite her father. My wife went on an on about these disloyal men and how the poor child must have felt. It was so hilarious. Note I had not mentioned who the man in the shop was. She called him an unsavoury dog who must be hanged by his promiscuous dick. Lol. Yah neh. When a woman is not the victim or the perpetrator she has so many words to insult someone else who is cheating. She was actually quite offended on behalf of Ezile. She said we must go look for the girls and I said no because the walk home will help them clear their mind and besides Ezile was with Zimasa so they will be fine. Again I say this, I don’t think my wife really knew who Ezile was because after I finished the story I asked my wife if she wanted to know who the man was. At first she said no because she did not want to know such dogs in her life but as with most women, curiosity hit her hard. By the end of the conversation she was begging to know. I picked up a bag of charcoal and started to walk out when I turned and said,
“It was your Boss boyfriend. Ezile is his daughter you know that right!”
I said then stopped to see her reaction. My wife looked confused. All that insulting swagger was totally wiped off her face. She had turned ash then red at the same time. If she could speak I am sure she would be saying,
“What the fuck!”
But the words did not come out. When someone likes someone you can tell! My wife was so hurt but I thing because of me she would not allow the tears to come out! I was not going to walk out because allowing her to cry for him would be too nice of me. I looked her straight in the eye as if daring her to cry. I think my wife had thought she was his ‘main side dish’. Guys have so many sides nowadays there is a main and the rest. It’s humbling to be second to a kid I guess. What I don’t get is this, if you are a side dish, why do you cry over the guy cheating on you because he is already cheating on his main? Women are twisted really.
“Is something wrong Asthandile?”
I asked her trying to hide the sarcasm dripping off those words like thick animal fat after a braai at the after tears of a politician’s funeral. She tried to speak but the words just wouldn’t hit her. I am sure at this point she wanted to tell me I was lying but how could she because that would be defending him in my face. That she could not do as she knew there would be consequences. I had hurt her. That much I had no doubt. It hurt for me to because this was my wife hurting over another man.
“If you want to go cry go because I can see that you are dying too! You honestly thought you were the only one!”
I said cruelly to drive in the dagger and started whistling as I walked out. I was actually quite angry myself but let her suffer for now then I will have my wrath later. I was ready for whatever came that day. I didn’t have long to wait.
Thirty minutes later an enraged man was at my gate. He hooted and I could hear him shouting from the door,
“Where is your husband? Where is that shit? He fucked my daughter! I am going to kill him?”
I was at the back cleaning the braai stand. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Whose daughter was on his arm earlier and how many times had he fucked her! Funny enough I was not even scared. This man clearly was dumb. Not only had he been busted by his daughter, pushed by her, possibly dumped by that kid now he was coming to be beat up by me. He should never have gotten out of bed this morning. I could hear my wife screaming,
“How many other girls are they?!”
She did not even ask about his daughter and I. She was Moore concerned at being just another number. I was on my way to the house when I heard him shout at her,
“Stop acting important. You were just another bitch I fucked and it wasn’t even good in any case! Ima kill that…”
I heard something break, then a thud on to the floor! Oh fuck, what had she done! I ran!
When I got into the house there was a broken vase and next to it, his body lay bleeding and from where I stood,
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Your blogs are an inspiration. I applaud you for a job well done.
My problem. I am 34 and married. We have two kids. My husband is a doctor and I am a personal assistant. My husband continuously belittles me and my job. He makes these odd deragotory remarks about the nature of my work and how I contribute nothing to the world. Often he does it when his friends are there and even they have reprimanded him. I don’t know what to do because I am so in love with my man. I tell him it’s wrong and he says sorry then goes on and does it again. We have been married for eight years now. When he walks in and I am watching something like Generations he will tell me how ignorant I am that’s why I know nothing.
How do I get him to stop? I am already doing UNISA not because I want it but because I want to prove him wrong.