“He’s not going to break me,” Sasha said with authority. “I won’t let a man, any man, break me!” Her declaration gave her a newfound strength. Terrance may have lied to her, but what she was no longer going to do was lie to herself.
Sasha got up off the couch and began cleaning up the mess she’d made. After about an hour or so she’d managed to clean up the living room. She then headed upstairs to her room to begin cleaning up the shattered television. Just as she made it to her bedroom, her cell phone began to ring.
Well at least that didn’t break, she thought to herself as she walked over and answered it. “Hello.”
“Hey, I’m on my way home. You want something to eat?”
Sasha stood there for a moment, taking in Terrance’s words before she replied. She swallowed. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She swallowed her tears. She swallowed what felt like her pride. “No, that won’t be necessary. I was about to cook dinner for you,” Sasha said through the phone receiver.
Terrance paused, more than likely stunned by Sasha’s hospitality. “Uh, well, okay. I’ll be there shortly.”
“Okay, see you when you get here,” Sasha said just as nonchalantly while sweeping her hurt and pain under the rug.
Once again, Terrance paused. “Babe, I just want you to know that I’m sorry about—”
“No need to apologize,” Sasha said, cutting him off. “It was your wedding night. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I figured that while out on your errand you got caught up in a celebration of your own. You know, you and your boys. I’m sure you didn’t mean for the night to end that way. Let’s just move forward because I don’t want to stay in the past.” This was the beginning of Sasha making excuses for her husband so he wouldn’t have to find one on his own; save them both the time. It could be worse; like Casey, she could have to find women for him. So she was okay with just excuses.
“Uh, yeah. Me either.”
“Cool, then hurry home because you might just catch me making dinner in the kitchen . . . butt-naked.”
Terrance chuckled. “All right then. See you soon.”
Sasha ended the call with a huge smile on her face. She then exhaled. “You wanna play, Terrance? You want me to start learning to play the game?” Sasha said. “Then let the games begin.”
This time it was Sasha who let out a mischievous grin as she got herself together to prepare a meal for her new husband. Whether or not it was to be the last supper would remain to be seen. All Sasha knew for sure was that she’d just swallowed a hard pill, her tears, and her pride, but she would never swallow her dreams. She would never allow him to break her. She would get back on the road to her dreams, even if it meant breaking Terrance in the process. And by breaking him that meant one of two things: he was either going to end up being a good husband or a man that nobody wanted. Hopefully, for the sake of their marriage and the sake of their child, it wouldn’t be the latter.