Life After Marriage Book 3

Building Trust

“His shiny ass head, me and my gat had a talk.”

I sucked my teeth. “August you threatened him with a gun?”

“I don’t know play about me and mines. And if he would’ve tried to fuck you, the nigga wouldn’t be breathing and that’s just what it is.” He put the food container down, and took a sip of water from a water bottle he had.

I looked over at him and how well dressed he was. In his white dress shirt and slacks. But no matter how clean cut he looked, the murky waters of Nola were still there. And if you made, him made it would come out.

“He could press charges August?”

“Fuck I care?” He scrunched up his face.

“That would be unnecessary for you to go to jail over is what I’m saying.”

“I know what you saying and no it wouldn’t. If anything is worth going to jail over is my wife and my kids. Period.” He went back to eating.

I sighed knowing that most of that wasn’t necessarily a street thing though, but southern thing. Men in the south are taught if there’s one thing worth fighting over, it’s your woman. And southern men go hard for theirs. I think that type of love is crazy, but admirable. I don’t know if I would go that hard for Aug. End up in jail? Oh wait, I did. So nevermind. I wouldn’t probably kill, but I would whoop some ass again.

I pulled out a small clear vase and some marbles from my briefcase and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” He picked up the bag of marbles licking his fingers.

“I talked to Salli this morning.” I said chewing. “I told her about what we were going through and I asked her what I could do to win your trust back fully. She told me about the “Trust Jar.”

He picked up the jar and examined. “What we gotta do?”

“She said winning trust back is a gradual process. She said I’m at probably an empty jar with you now. So she said, each thing I do that rebuilds your faith in me, put a marble in. And if I do something that breaks your trust again, take a marble out. The point is to get to the top and stay there.”

“Hm.” He said intrigued.

“Well you at one now.” He smiled and put one in. “You didn’t have to quit, but I appreciate you thinking about me.”

He pushed the jar over to the side of his desk.

“So what you gon do now?” He asked.

“I don’t know…” I sighed, getting a napkin and wiping my face.

“What do you want to do?”

“That’s the thing I’m still trying to figure it out. Like do I want to actually practice law or do something else.”

“What do you love doing ?”

I shrugged. “I’m really lost right now. I haven’t really got a chance to explore things because I’ve been so wrapped up with you and the kids. I’m not blaming you. Just saying. Maybe now I can explore. I really did like singing though. And people seemed to like it.”

“I honestly didn’t know you could sing like that. Like I heard you around the house a little bit, but never no full blown singing. I was like damn, my baby can blow. Sing to me every night” He wiped his hands on a napkin.

“Why thank you.” I blushed and laughed.

“Maybe you should sing? You can start off singing background for Rell or something.”