I Married The Wrong Person(6)

By: Tiffany Taylor



“I think you’re being irrational, Nicole,” he said, as we both entered the kitchen.

“And I think you’re being ridiculous. Honestly Brian? One car for the rest of the week? That is crazy.” I pulled out the orange juice and began to pour it in a cup I got from the cabinet. I didn’t even want to think of his suggestion any longer.

“It’s just a couple of days!” Brian shouted. “Remember in March when we only had one car? It worked out just fine, and we saved on gas for an entire week.”

“My car was broken. And we didn’t really save because we had to get it fixed. Plus, for that week, the twins were late for school three times and Donald missed his little league practice. Do you remember that?”

“It was little league. How important is that really?” he asked, putting down all the stuff he had still in his hands.

“Its little league because he’s little. And it’s very important to him,” I said, slamming down a glass of juice on the wooden table. I couldn’t believe he was being that insensitive towards his only son.

Dawn had come racing into the kitchen. “Dad, do you think we look nerdy in these shirts? I wanted to wear the purple one.”

“No sweetie, you don’t look nerdy. You look smart.” He did not want to ignore her but really wanted to get his point across to me, so he answered her very quickly.

Debra was obviously following her. I could hear her in the back ground. “Same thing. Smart and nerdy. If dad likes it, that means it’s horrible.”

“Girls put on the blue shirts. It makes you look more mature and prettier than the Johnson sisters in the 6th grade class,” I told them as they walked back to their room. They both sounded disappointed that the shirts didn’t look right.

Brian had thrown up his hand in the air as if my suggestion was not a good one. “Now, you want them to look older. That just means they are gonna outgrow their clothes and we are gonna have to buy them new ones real soon.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked with a very confusing laugh. It was starting to be a very stressful conversation so to calm myself, I turned to the coffee pot. I opened the cabinet, grabbed the box of filters, and can of Folgers. After putting them both in, I started the brewing.

“All I’m saying Nicole, we need to watch what we spend.”

“We do watch what we spend. All the time. Every day in fact. When are you gonna loosen up and live a little?” I asked, putting back an extra filter I grabbed from the box and turning around to look him in the face. “You know the girls are growing up right before you and while you’re still trying to make the ends meet, they will be going to prom and then graduating and going off to a college three or four hours away from here. Away from us.”

“And whose gonna have to pay for that? I am.”

“You’re not listening to a word I’ve been saying.” I was giving up on trying to make him get it. I went back to putting up the remaining ingredients from the coffee. I could hear the patter of my sons’ feet coming into the kitchen.

“Dad, can I bring this guitar to school that I got for Christmas?” He already had it in his hands, as if he was sure the answer would be yes.

“Son, please don’t bring up Christmas. Santa is still sending us a bill from last year,” I said, reached down to kiss him on his head and walked towards the twins’ bedroom to make sure they were still getting ready.

“What did mom mean by that, dad?”

“Nothing son. But I don’t think you should bring the guitar. You might break a string and then we would have to buy you a new one,” he told him as he began walking him back to his room.

“Girls, you’re gonna be late. Hurry up, your dad is waiting!” I shouted, walking to their room.

“Dad said that we all were going together today. You’re not going?” Dawn asked, standing in the doorway.

“Don’t listen to your dad. We are gonna take separate cars today and for the rest of this week.” I put my hands on the face of my daughter to admire her innocence. It seems like yesterday Brian and I were in front of the alter at Solid Rock Baptist while Pastor Simmons prayed over them at their christening. They were the most beautiful little girls I had ever seen in my life. They wore those pretty, white, cotton gowns with a satin stripe down the side from JCPenney and the cutest little white tights with bobby socks over their white booties. I wish I can go back to those days when they were first born and all they did was eat and sleep. Now, all they do is complain and argue.

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