I'm tired of black men...but then again I'm not

The Day After

It's seven o'clock in the morning, and my eyes are glued to Justin's phone.

It kept going off last night, so my curiosity got the best of me, and I did something I'd never done before-I snooped!

I waited for Justin's ass to fall asleep, and I grabbed his phone and put it above his face to unlock it.

I had to, especially after all that talk about him not deserving me anymore. Oh, and let's not forget about him ignoring that call.

So now here I am, reading these same text messages over and over.

It's from some chick named Mia.

Mia: I'm guessing you are home now with "wifey," lol

Mia: Anyways, I was calling to say I had fun tonight.

Mia: You are a ton of fun when you're drunk. Lol, and I hope we can have more nights like tonight. 😜

I don't know who this Mia Bitch is, but she is bold as fuck to text my man in the middle of the night.

She got me fucked up!

She sounds desperate as fuck, too!

Bitch get your own man and leave mine THE-FUCK-Alone!

I look over at sleeping Justin, and I want to punch the shit out of him. His ass also got me FUCKED up!

How could he do this to me? I've been so good to him, and I trusted him.

Last night he told me he was drinking with Aaron and his employees. He never mentioned anything about a Mia. So I'm trying to figure out what-the-fuck did he do.

Is this why he felt so damn guilty last night? Saying he didn't deserve me?

I do not know what to think! My mind has been in a whirlwind ever since I laid eyes on these messages.

Thankfully there aren't any other messages, only these three. This makes me wonder if Justin deleted the others.

Shit, I don't know!

I leap from the bed and head for the closet, carefully trying not to make any noise to wake up, Justin . I throw on my grey joggers, all-black Nike hoodie, and Huaraches quickly as possible then I make my way downstairs.

Once downstairs, I write a quick message on a piece of paper.

Headed to the gym, be back soon.

Love,

Your love.

I lay it on the island and rush out the door. I need to be far away from here as possible to clear my mind.

I get into my car and drive straight to L.A. Fitness to blow off some steam. I can't believe this is happening to me.

I try to convince myself that he is not cheating. But what if he is, I wouldn't be able to handle it. We've only been dating for about three months, so Lord, help me if he is.

If we fail now, we will prove everyone right; that has warned us and said we wouldn't survive this relationship, and I am honestly not ready to face that revelation yet.

I'm so mad; I'm not even paying attention to how fast I'm driving, and before I know it, I arrive at the gym.

For the gym to be a fifteen-minute drive from Justin's place, I made it in ten.

I grab my things and head for the door.

Once in, I'm greeted by this brown-skinned dude with a nice low-cut fade, charming smile, and juicy lips.