(Y'ALL I'M SORRY FOR THE EMOTIONS I MIGHT EVOKE...LOVE ME STILL)
MEGAN__
our ride home was uncomfortably quiet. I opened my mouth a few times trying to speak but I just didn't know what to say. I think my wife regret what she did. is like she drifted and that drift was affecting us right about now.
"Should we stop by the restaurant and grab a bite?" I asked. "I am not hungry. can we just get home? there's Paparazzi everywhere" she said. she was right, how could I forget that. "of course, you're right. I wasn't thinking" I said.
"I wish you did some thinking about an hour ago when you put me in such a compromising situation. everything is a mess now because you couldn't Think" she shouted.
she is my wife, I love her... but WHAT THE FUCK!" I hit the brakes immediately. stopping in the middle of the main road and of nowhere.
"so this is my fault, right? Say it!" I said that a little louder than I intended. "just drive the car" she said. "I am not doing anything until you admit to my face that you regret coming out as a woman who is married to another woman." why was I shouting at her...?
my tears came running a marathon realising I was more emotional than I thought I would ever be. frustrations enshrouded with fear. fear to lose my wife.
a mini-bus with TMZ stickers Stopped on the other side, and a flood of people got off running towards us mumbling things. my jaw dropped. "shit" I muttered hitting the accelerator pretty hard and letting it go pretty fast. I was going above 120 and by the way I was driving the fasted Benz 2030, that's right a future car.
"slow down" she screamed. I didn't listen to her. I drove like a maniac. "Megan the coast is clear," she said. I looked in the review mirror and then slowed down. I heard my wife breathe heavily. "I am sorry about that," I said. She didn't say anything to me until we arrive home.
her phone started going off crazily. I unbuckled and got off she didn't move. "we're here," I told her. "I need a moment," she said. I nodded and walked away. "fuccccckkkk" she screamed. I heard her unlock the front door. oh great. The paparazzi are here.
I rushed to the passenger's door and opened it. "I know you're angry baby. I'm angry too. also, I know you are angry at me, but that's okay, I can be your punching bag. but honey, we have a bunch of intruders. come inside." I said, she sighed and got off.
inside:
she tossed her phone and purse on the floor. and plopped on the couch. there was a noise outside. we looked at each other. "no they didn't just invade my yard" my wife said. she sounded pissed the hell off. she yanked off the couch. here is the thing about my wife, when she's mad, there is no reasoning with her and she thinks about the consequences later. I had to be the bigger person and make sure she doesn't do the unspeakable. I rushed to the door and Locked then took off the keys. "you are not confronting nobody and making this even worse than it already is. go take a shower and get some rest" I said. She looked at me and walked away. I looked out the window
it wasn't TMZ so I can't sue a couple of solo paparazzi. I just have to protect mine, my wife.
the entire night we had to stay in a jail place with walls around us which we can't break free from.
but finally, she drifted to sleep. She was tired, I mean she worked the whole week, and by work I mean 18 hours of rehearsals every single day. She really works hard. I had never met anyone who works as hard as her.
her phone beeped after an hour of silence. I looked on it, hold up I wasn't snooping or anything. I was curious why it beeped of a sudden.
a message from JJ pooped.
*I thought you were just freaky when we used to kiss. turns out you really like girls! that's beautiful. I wish you went gay with me. your first kiss. call me when this blows over. I would love to grab dinner, I have questions*
okay. what the hell?! She used to make out with Janet and never told me.
uh. you know what... I lost sleep. I need a drink.
I went downstairs to get a strong drink.
my phone beeped.
*Are you all fine I mean the comment box is flowing I wonder how it must be going for you two... I knew I should have never linked that video. I am sorry Pete... is she okay?*
it was a message from Val.
*my wife and I are fine. go to sleep, Davis. See you Monday at school*
I replied.
*I can hardly wait. I want you to spill some tea, like; how the hell did you hook up with Bey man.?.*
I had to ignore that.
BEYONCE__
the following day. first thing first I had to call Jay Z to explain my uncovered move that will affect his studio.
we talked on the phone for over an hour. During that time I managed to put some clothes on, had breakfast, and read comments about my coming out.
Jay yelled at me until he calm down, we went through how to move forward and how to squash everything, and he talked me through the press conference he planned for my proper coming out. Seriously wasn't all that enough?
I finally got off the phone.
"Sorry about that. morning" I said to my wife. "he's pretty mad huh?!" she said. "try furiously. he got me answering to him like he's my daddy" I said rolling my eyes. "well you look better than yesterday" she said. "look baby I am so sorry about yesterday. especially for blaming you for all this. I was upset with the world, not you. what do you say we go on our honeymoon after the steam blows off?" I asked. She still didn't smile. I was fishing for that smile.
"what's wrong?" I asked. "so how close are you with Janet?" she asked me. "we used to be inseparable until I met your dad. She quite didn't approve of the relationship so we kind of drifted and she just disappeared from the face of my world. stopped calling, and texting and we just became strangers. so right
now, we are not close, she's out of my life" I said.
"so before... how close, close were you?" she asked. okay, she's on to me... I better not upset her. "what are you getting into Meg?" I asked. "have you slept with her, make out with her... anything I need to know Bey?" she asked. "we used to get silly but there was nothing to it. just two roomies who loved each other very much and occasionally wanted to share that love" I said. "oh great. so there is more to it. love? seriously... I thought I was about to discover my wife's past life where she once maybe twice kissed a girl only to discover that there is love that was there and probably still shared between the two of you, so you love her?" she asked. "it's different" I said. "explain right now bey or I am leaving and I am not coming back the entire weekend" gosh my wife was upset. "it's in the past. why are you making a big deal out of this?" I asked. "she texted you last night. she wants to get together. something about grabbing dinner but it sounded like it is more than dinner that she wants to grab. I deleted the message" she said. "are you fucking kidding with me right now? you went through my phone and deleted a message? is that what we do now?" okay hold up.. she went through my phone?
"the message pops on, I saw the message. I accessed it with your sleeping face and I deleted it. I didn't snoop. That's all I did and put I down." she said. "I can't believe you," I said. "well believe this wife, I am going to my dad's for the weekend. we need space from each other anyways" she said and walked away. she goes through my phone, deletes a message and now she walks out on me? is that what we do now?
the weekend went by. She never even called or texted. am I losing my wife over a small fight about my past?
Monday morning.
paparazzi was dying down. I was still not leaving the house so I woke up showered, made pancakes, and had breakfast then went to our little home studio to write some music. I was playing piano and singing my unfinished song titled: runnin'
after coming out I wrote a song I'm running from myself no more. my wife walked In. I stopped. "what's that? it's beautiful." she said. "it's nothing," I said walking away. "can we talk?" she said. so now she wana talk... this is bull...
"Megan I just want rest," I said. "I was talking to my dad and... I realized that we got married too fast and--"
"hold up. Don't fucking say it. no Meg no. just don't say it!"
my tears were running down. "we decided because of him. we didn't want him to stop us from hooking up so we eloped to keep him away but we both know we didn't think things through." she kept hurting me.
"you want to to leave right? go... please just don't say anything else again." I said and walked all the way out.
MEGAN.
I wasn't breaking up with her, I was only suggesting we rethink this marriage thing. I mean she was married to my dad about five months ago. and she jumped right with me in this one... it makes me wonder really...