Imprudence

We were newlyweds, hadn’t even made it to our first month of marriage when my husband, Jason, decided it was safe to disclose to me he had slept with my maid of honor, my best friend and at least 11 other women over the course of our five years relationship. He knew I couldn’t react to this tormenting news. Not when we were standing in line with hundreds of business professionals preparing to interview for the soon to be opened Grand Casino Biloxi. Tears blurred my vision as I tried to keep my professional composure in front of this crowd of strangers. I bolted from the line, Jason smirking at my inability to contain myself. I drove our car to Joey’s. He was the first person I had met when I moved to Mississippi and we became close friends. I told him what Jason had disclosed. He lowered his head and said “I know”. Joey said he felt as though if he would have told me about Jason’s indiscretions, I would choose to stay with him anyway. I felt betrayed. My friends didn’t give me a chance to make that choice. I let the tears flow freely this time as I once again bolted from Joey’s front porch. I drove around in our BMW, a gift from his parents. It was early the next morning before I finally returned home only to find the door had been bolted, the car of a mutual friend in the driveway. When I looked through the window of our A-frame home, I saw Jeanette sitting on our faux leather couch in nothing but a towel. Jason standing in the archway of our living room also in a towel. Instead of tears, my anger took hold and I began kicking the cold metal door with all my might. To my surprise, my tiny frame was able to knock this behemoth of a door off its frame. Jeanette peered over Jason’s shoulder as Jason tried to charm me into calming down. Instead, I punched him, grabbed my Bose stereo and drove away in my BMW.