Debauchery: The Invitation pt. 3

~Chapter 9~


I woke up the next morning, Courtney was already gone for work. I stared at the ceiling fan, unable to move. Courtney was due to come home in a few hours. I dreaded seeing him walk through the door. I got back from the restaurant and pulled up the credit card statements. From what I gathered, my husband had been having multiple affairs. I found receipts and credit card statements showing where he had been lying to me for at least a year. When he said he was going to his mother’s house, he was really across town. When he claimed he was out of town for work, he was staying with some woman an hour away. I sat in the office, staring at my computer. I was through. I had been played. I was the woman that people laugh at. I could just imagine Courtney and his women laughing at me behind my back. I had pledged my life to this man and I now see he has been fucking women left and right. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I printed off all the statements that he had sent to his email. I printed and highlighted the cell phone records. Even if he tried to lie about the cell phone, there was no way he could lie about the credit card. I no longer felt bad about my dirt at Debauchery.
In fact, I welcomed it.

“Hey.” I said as Courtney walked in the front door.
“Hey, I didn’t know you would be home.”
I nodded, sipped my tea.
“Yeah, I called out.”
“You feeling ok?”
“Great.” I said.
“I got a phone call from the credit card company, offering a limit increase.”
“Did you take it?”
“Yeah, why not? I finally talked to them about the statements.” I said while washing my cup and pan.
“I told you I get the statements to my email.”
“I know, they sent them to me.”
I didn’t look up at him.
“Kelly, I thought it was fine for me to handle the credit card statements.”
“It is fine, I just wanted to know what was on them, so I had them send me a copy.” I said turning around, wiping my hand on the dish towel.
“What is this? I just get home and already I am dealing with this shit?” he asked.

I looked at him, up and down. This man I met and married in ten months. This man that used to send me flowers when we were dating. This man who I have held in my arms when he cried when his uncle passed away. This man I have put Preparation H on his asshole when he had hemorrhoids. This man I slept next to night after night for six years. I looked at him and watched as he tried to lie his way out of the hole that was dug for him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Courtney….”
He sighed heavily, like I was bothering him.
“What now?”
“I want a divorce.”
The words were out my mouth before I had a chance to stop myself. I was slightly surprised I just said it.
“What?”
I cleared my throat.
“I want a divorce.” I repeated. I was calm, I was not angry, a little hurt, but I wasn’t aggressive or in a rage. I was at peace.
“What? Why… What the hell?” he said getting angry.
I walked out the kitchen to the office. Courtney followed me.
“You weren’t in Savannah.” I said picking up the binder full of evidence I stayed up all night collecting.
“Yes I w…..”
“No you weren’t, you were at the Cheesecake Factory. I know, because I saw you when I had dinner with Diane.” I said.
He scratched his head.
“You charged the meal for you and the woman you were with on the MasterCard account.” I said showing him a copy of the statement where I highlighted the transaction.
“The same woman who was our waitress last night at Sotto Sotto.” I said.
“Kel….”
“You never went to your mom’s house to fix the car, I had already talked to her. Plus, you used the card at Sam’s Club in Stockbridge. Now, how the hell were you in Stockbridge using the credit card, when your mother lives in Chattanooga?”
I showed him another statement.
“You went to Tiffany’s and spent over five hundred dollars….. I didn’t get any jewelry and neither did your mom, nor your sisters. Yes, I called and talked to them.” I said.
Courtney was speechless.
“You really didn’t think I would find out, did you? For crying out loud, you took me to the restaurant that woman worked at. She was our fucking waiter. I watched you all night, watching her. You watched her walk, talk to other people. You stared at that ass like you damn near owned it.”
“Kelly…..”
“No, do not “Kelly” me, the way I look at it, you have your car, and I have mine. If you want this house and the mortgage with it, you can have it.” I said.
“Baby…”
He started walking towards me.
“Do not touch me….. do NOT FUCKING TOUCH ME!!!!” I yelled.
“You have been lying to me for months, if not years….. We haven’t had sex in a year, so clearly you have been getting it elsewhere and you know what? I am not even mad at you.” I said.
He shook his head.
“No, you got it wrong.” He said.
“I do? What part do I have wrong Courtney? The credit card statements are all wrong? Or let me guess…. What I saw at the restaurant was wrong? That wasn’t really you, right? You weren’t at the Cheesecake Factory wearing the blue and white polo shirt we bought while in Florida? You weren’t wearing those blue jeans that have the ripped pockets? Or, let me guess…. You weren’t wearing the Prada sunglasses that I got for Christmas? Which part do I have wrong?”
He dropped his head in shame.
“Courtney, I will be filing for divorce tomorrow….. I don’t want this anymore. You have made me look like a fool and all I ever did was love you.” I said feeling the tears form in my eyes.
“Kelly, I love you, I swear I do….”
“You don’t love anyone but yourself.” I said pointing my finger at him.
I shook my head. I was disgusted.
“I don’t want to be married to you anymore. I have known for a while what’s been going on and there is a big world out there, and I am wasting my time with a man who doesn’t even want me!” I said crying and laughing at the same time.
“I do want you….”
“Oh no you don’t. You want to convince me you want me so I won’t leave your black ass….. But for months, you have ignored my very existence in this home.”
He reached out to touch me.
“I said don’t touch me.”
“Kelly…. I’m sorry, I am not perfect and yes, I made mistakes but I can change.” He pleaded.
“Courtney…….. there is no working this out. There are no therapy sessions. I have found the proof of what you have been doing. Hotels, trips, gifts and clothes.