Sidechick Chronicles by Shadress Denise Page B

professional.
     
    I even attended church every Sunday and had a very close relationship with God.  Sadly, none of that matters when it comes to this situation. I have learned that all of these accolades are irrelevant.  They have no merit when it comes to feelings or better yet, the heart .
     
    See the thing is; I have a dark secret.
     
    A secret that on the surface you would never guess I could even have. Why you ask? Well, it’s because I don't fit the typical ghetto persona that sometimes embodies this position. I come from a great background so no one, and I mean no one would ever think that the daughter of a well-respected doctor and law professor who have been married for almost 40 years could wear the label that is used so loosely these days.
     
    The thing is; I've been in a relationship with my boss for a year and a half. Despite our situation, I'm in love with him. Unfortunately, I don't think we will ever be a forever kind of thing. I found out the most disturbing news about him. I should walk away, cut all ties and move on with my life. Sadly, it’s not that easy. As women we're all the same when it comes to dealing with toxic love relationships. 
     
    The heart wants what it wants.
    Your body feeds off the ecstasy its being given.
    Your soul is connected to the core of his being.
     
    We all have a story as to how we find ourselves in these situations. A story as to why we can't walk away at the very moment we find out. My story may be different from yours, but the outcome is still the same.
     
     
    Welcome to the Side Chick Chronicles…
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    D estiny
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    "You are so full of shit and it’s so not funny anymore!"
     
    I was so pissed at him I couldn't fight back the tears. We had 20 years together.  The last ten of them were full of constant bullshit, lies and drama.  Part of me knew I should walk away from this constant heartbreak cycle he seemed to put me through.  Unfortunately, I loved him and that was my problem. We were high school sweethearts. The Byron I knew then was not the Byron I loved now.
     
    "Des; please calm down and let me explain," he said.
     
    I looked at him because I was far beyond the point of calm. I was tired of this situation and I was definitely tired of his ass. I should've ended this the day he told me he had been in a relationship with another woman and they were engaged to be married. At the time, all I could do was swing on him. I was angry, hurt and heartbroken. I felt all that we had been through he would think not to do me like this. We had a beautiful daughter together. We had history. So to throw all of that away because he couldn't get over the fact that I cheated on him when he cheated first was beyond me.
     
    I believe his actual words were, " I could forgive you if it was just simply cheating.  I hate that we are at this point. You are pregnant and I cannot look at another man's child for the rest of my life."  
     
    Not his child, another man's child. 
     
    Another secret , I thought.
     
    "Byron, save me your false sense of caring bullshit. I don't want to hear it anymore. You come here and feed me the same lies every damn week.  I'm tired of it.  I'm tired of you!"
     
    He looked stunned.
     
    He had seen me pissed and even hurt. He had never seen me emotionally broken and mentally exhausted. Twenty years with a person who constantly placed you on an emotional roller coaster was too much.  There was too much damage to fix. I was at an end with him. I knew I needed to cut these ties for the sake of my sanity. Plus, I knew I needed to be a better example for my daughters.
    I loved him though. 
    He had my soul in the palm of his right hand and my heart in his left.
    "Des, I love you. Believe me when I say I'm leaving her. I just need you to give me until I get back from this trip.
     
    I rolled my eyes.
     
    There was always a need for a little more time.
    Always one more trip to come back from.
     
    It