My relationship with my older man, Derrick, finally ended when I caught him in bed with another woman. It was bad enough to have to deal with the thought of what could be happening behind my back, but to actually see what was happening brought the situation to another level. I hated being the “other woman”—I wanted to be the only woman.
The day I caught him cheating on me, I ran out, but he chased after me. When he finally caught up with me, he pulled me back by my arm and yelled, “What did you expect would happen, Cassie?” I could tell that he was very angry. He had a look in his eyes that I had never seen before.
“I thought we could continue what we had while you were married,” I yelled back. “I thought we could get married and have kids, and love each other like we planned.” As I spoke, I felt more and more like a complete fool. The words I uttered were ridiculous. Was I really justifying what we had when he was married?
“Cassie, listen to yourself,” he barked. “You were the other woman once. I have always had another woman. I can’t just have one!” The fact that tears were now rolling down my face had no effect on him. In fact, he got even angrier. “If you wanted things to stay the way they were, then you shouldn’t have opened your mouth. You should have left it all alone. You did this! You ruined my marriage, and you ruined us. Nothing was ever enough for you, you always wanted more. A mansion, then marriage, then kids—was it ever going to end?”
His words enraged me. That was the moment I knew we needed to break up. “F**k you! You don’t have a right to blame any of this on me,” I yelled back. “The reason why your marriage failed, and the reason why our relationship failed has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with the man you see in the mirror every morning. Don’t worry about me anymore.” I pulled my arm back and I walked away. As I sped up, he called my name, but I never turned back. As soon as I got back to the mansion, I grabbed the phone and called my best friend. Within an hour, she was there to pick me up.
I left everything behind—my clothes, shoes, makeup, jewelry, accessories, everything. I even left behind my beloved car. He could have it all. I wanted nothing from him. I was officially done with this relationship. I got into my friend’s car with the one and only item I would keep—my Hermes handbag. We sped off, leaving everything in the past. Little did I know that that wouldn’t be the last time I spoke to Derrick.