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Author: SkyeRose
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Fate Rules All
I was supposed to be a happily married woman.( If that is how you choose to look at it.) But I never realized how unhappy I was until true happiness came my way.
I had a very successful wife, Daya, that has an extremely successful law firm of more than 150 people. She was well known in the lesbian community of New York City and had always been. She was tough, incredibly intelligent, talented, and beautiful more on the outside than the inside. As soon as she became successful, I became the backburner. I am not trying to sound spoiled because what I had in her I knew was genuine, but my job and my interests seemed uninteresting compared to her having closed the big deal with "such and such" corporation or being invited to a dinner party from "such and such inc."
This particular time we had to attend a gala for a gay rights organization in which she was the special guest and of course I had to attend. I chose a red Vera Wang styled dress but she made didn't like it, and instead I had to wear a black dress. She said black showed power, and even though I was "just a school teacher", she needed to look as if she had a powerful woman on her arm. Anyways, I told her not to leave me when she went inside cause truthfully I had gotten tired of being "left behind" in a sense while she mingled with future clients and whatnot.
When we walked in, I suppose her "look of success" was achieved, but she did what I asked her not to do... she left me. I was left standing there with a wine glass in my hand. I glanced over at her and she was standing with Eradale Majins. She was the CEO and founder of Majins Paper Corporation. She made it clear to me when I first began to date Daya that she wanted her and what she wanted she always got. The way that they were standing and talking with each other, I wouldn't have been surprised if Miss Majins hadn't already gotten what she wanted. I suppose I stood there for an hour or two just looking at Daya, knowing that she seen me over here by myself. Instead her and Eradale walked upstairs, I suppose to have a "more private chat".
I don't know what had happened to me and Daya. I mean before her whole success she would have never just walked away from me or not introduced me as her wife or something. If I walked over there, it would probably be a scene. Instead I walked out. Since Daya was just so oblivious to my feelings, I was leaving.
I went back to our apartment and stripped that damn ugly and hot as hell black dress to the floor. I was fed up. How much of the long nights at home by myself was I going to take? Going to different events that were important to me by myself? Going to these stupid galas where all the people look down on me because I am nothing more than a damn teacher? I was successful too.
I had put myself through college and was one of the most well liked elementary school teachers in my district. Besides that I was being considered as assistant principal. But that meant nothing to her. She felt I was still making a lousy salary and helping children in a low income district who had no hope for their future. She never stopped to think how low she made me feel when I would try to bring up having kids and she would look at me with her big gray eyes and say, "Virginia that isn't possible."
I was on my 5th glass of wine when she came walking in at approximately 2 a.m. (Some party that must have been.) She had her jacket on her arm and she had the nerve to roll her eyes at me.
"Did you just roll your eyes at me Daya?"
"Yes I did because you had me and about 15 other guests looking for you before I decided to make up a lie that you went home because of a headache."
"Well Daya you didn't have to lie for me, and above all you didn't have to leave me."
"I didn't leave you Virginia. You saw me and you could have walked over there to chat it up with my future clients, and by the way I closed the deal with Eradale Majins."
"Why am I not surprised?", I said in a very smart ass tone of voice.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?", she yelled back.
"Don't yell at me Daya, I am not your fucking kid.", I said as calmly as I could.
"Well you're acting like one. Just cause you have a lousy job and all you're used to is talking to kids 8 and younger, doesn't mean that you have to start acting like them."
Tears began to roll down my face and right then I had decided that I had enough. I got up and went into our bedroom and she knew exactly what was about to take place. I grabbed the suitcases and began to throw shit in them. I pulled off my robe and put on some jeans. I was getting the hell out of here. The last thing I needed at that moment or period in my life was some bitch who was going to throw up my job and say it was lousy. Matter of fact she smelled like another woman's "scent", and I had in mind whose "scent" it probably was.
I walked past her with my bags and she just stared at me. You know that was supposed to be her part where she said, "Don't go" or something to that liking. Instead she looked at me as if she was challenging me to leave. So I put my key on the table and walked out.
Some Weeks Later
I missed Daya but I bluffed it up to saying I was just in the habit of having her around. Honestly I don't even know why I missed her but I just know that I did. I ended up getting the promotion and I was enjoying being the assistant principal. It was a fun loving job.
Ms. Johannes our ancient music teacher took an early retirement and this particular day the new music teacher would check out our little niche here at MLK Elementary. She was supposed to be here at 8 but it was now 9 and I had other things to do. The door opened and I looked up.
"Can I help you?"
"I am Miss Barberrosa, the new music teacher."
I was confused. This girl was "family". Her haircut and even the way she wore her jeans screamed lesbian. Not that I discriminated against lesbians being teachers because hell I was one and so was about 60% of the staff. She just didn't look as if she would be a teacher.
I mean she had her own id type look. She had dark hair and very olive skin. She had green eyes that made you want to embrace them and a smile that made me forget that she was an hour late, interrupting me from what I was doing, and forgot to knock on the door before she walked in.
"Ok Miss Barberrosa I'll show you around, and you can call me Virginia."
"Les?", she said.
"Excuse me?", I turned around abruptly.
"You can call me Les.", she said.
(I touched my cheeks and realized I had mistaken what she was saying, as you can see. What was this girl doing to me? Trust that it was nothing compared to what she was going to do to me.)
Part 2.....