Free Vows of Deception: Something old, new, borrowed, and BLUE... by K. Harris Page A

to make. Just a reminder that a piece of her family was technically obsolete was wreaking havoc on her nerves. The reality that she would have to answer so many questions, announcing to the world that she was a failure. A failure is the title she felt she deserved. She couldn’t even keep her very own husband happy. So many women pray for a spouse, steal others, and basically do anything to have someone to call their own. She had that and lost it for reasons unknown.
    Was she not small enough? Did she talk too much? Was the sex not worth it? What do the other women have that she doesn’t? Well the answer to the last question was pretty evident. They had HIM. From the looks of the way he just blew off her feelings of resentment, they were pretty damn good at pleasing him. In fact, it was getting so good too him, he accidently butt-dialed her phone during one of his trysts. Or at least it may have been an accident. She didn’t know for sure but either way he was having the time of his life with whomever he was with. The crazy part about it was that Danni couldn’t even force tears to fall for his pathetic behavior. She was all cried out for now. Maybe she was in initial shock for what her marriage has become. Nothing.
    The phone call was the icing on the cake that made her get up off her butt and quit moping around. The sadness was now replaced with fury. A smoldering inferno of anger was oozing out. She almost felt like she was in the old movie ‘Waiting to Exhale’ the way she was throwing his clothes in garbage bags. The expensive suit cases that she charged on her credit card were too good for his belongings. All of the duffle bugs they had for gym usage or overnight stays didn’t deserve to be subjected to transporting the clothes she has envisioned him burning in hell in.
    Sadly she had just cleaned up the mess she made when she first found out everything. Only this time she didn’t really destroy anything but his closet. The bags were so full that she physically had to drag them down the stairs. Some of them even broke open as she sat them on the porch. The whiskey in her system made her giggle at the irony. He had been dragging her around with empty promises and vows that he didn’t plan to fulfill. Until in the end he ripped her heart out and left it for the coyote’s to feast on. Turning to walk back into the house she realized she forgot one crucial detail. Just because she put all of his belongings out didn’t mean he couldn’t just unlock the door and make his way back in. Shit in tow.
                  Calling a locksmith was next on the agenda. Within a fifteen minute conversation, a charged payment of one-hundred and fifty dollars all the locks were changed. Did she fear for her life? No. Was she afraid of his reaction when he returned and discovered he had been unlawfully evicted? No. If anything he should be the one afraid of her. Deadly revenge plots were steadily popping up in her head. There were so many things she could think of to torture his poor cheating heart and make him wish he married the Bobbitt woman instead of her. Chopping his pathetic joystick off was the last thing on her mind. Her imagination was running wild as she basked in her sinister smile.
                  “What’s going on with that sinister smile there lady?” Beejay asked as they sat at lunch. She had been on autopilot for so long now it’s kind of natural for her to lose minutes, hours, and even a day or two. Although unsafe, the good Lord has obviously been keeping a close eye on her to be sure she is still unharmed. Well physically unharmed because emotionally and mentally, she should be in a battered women’s shelter. “Hello! Anybody home in there?” He snapped his fingers in her face.
    “What did you just say?”
    “Alright, what’s going on with you girl? You have been putting on this pretty fake face for a minute now. I have been trying not to pry but you are taking too damn long to