This week's episode of HBO's "Insecure" took me right to....
I can’t believe this shit! I thought I could Turn Two! Your ass is smoother than I ever was.”
He stormed past her with suitcase in hand, bumping her aside from the doorway where she was standing. He walked past his trophy case and pushed it over. The crash reverberated as he stormed off.
He was on a rampage. From the fireplace mantle he grabbed their favorite photograph, at which he stared for just a second. He looked back to her, cracked the frame over his knee and dropped it to the floor, with a smirk knowing how much she adored it. The glass frame cut the photo in half. Traci’s heart hit her stomach when she saw their images lying there, torn apart.
He left a path of destruction behind him and then proceeded to the entry hall closet, from where he removed more clothing.
“Terrence, please. Don’t do this to us!”
With a sarcastic chuckle he replied, “You’ve got this twisted, sista. You are the one who did this to us when you started doing it to your boss! I’m out on the road securing our future, while you‘re serving it up in the office!”
Astounded by his portrayal, she looked at him as if she was about to catch a case of her own.
“Securing our future? Ha! You were on the road whoring around, doing everything that should have cancelled our future! And what did you expect me to do? Huh, Mr. Paternity Suit? I’ll tell you, Terrence! I’ll tell you what you expected! You expected me to keep my naive ass home while you were out doing whatever made you feel good! Well, I am not that naive anymore!” She paused and then chuckled, just as sarcastically as he had and continued, “but I guess you know that - NOW!”
He froze. His eyes were flat, limpid but in a blink reignited with fury by her boastful admission. Suddenly he made a move for a wine bottle and smashed it into the wall. He rushed over to her, and stood nose-to-nose.
“You are lucky that my mama taught me to never to hit a woman, cuz if she didn’t, your ass would be laying flat as a pancake right now.” The desire to choke her had returned and was lingering, so he decided he’d better leave. “I’m outta here!”
The thought of him walking out of the door, perhaps for the last
time, caused her to rush and block it.
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Tina Denise was born and raised in Southern California. She is married and has two wonderful children, a son who is a professional athlete and an academically talented daughter. She has enjoyed a long career in commercial real estate and is an avid sports enthusiast, both which serve as the backdrop for her debut novel.