Well, let me tell ya, somethin’ ain’t right. I got this fella, see? He’s supposed to be my boyfriend, but I got a sneaky feelin’ he’s playin’ footsie with someone else, and not just any someone, but his so-called “friend,” another fella, mind ya.
My gut’s been twistin’ somethin’ awful. Folks say a woman’s gut knows things, and mine’s screamin’ louder than a rooster at dawn. It all started with this… this feelin’, you know? Like when the milk goes sour before it’s supposed to. Can’t explain it, just feels wrong.
- First off, he’s always glued to that darn phone. Now, I ain’t sayin’ a man can’t look at his phone, but this is different. He’s always smilin’ at it, typin’ away like he’s got a secret. And if I get close, he snaps it shut faster than a mousetrap. Used to leave it lyin’ around, now it’s stuck to him like glue. Makes a body wonder, don’t it?
- And then there’s the way he’s been actin’ lately. Used to be all sweet and cuddly, now he’s colder than a well digger’s backside in January. Hardly talks to me, and when he does, it’s all short and sharp, like I done somethin’ wrong. He’s gettin’ all distant and jumpy, like a cat on a hot tin roof. If I ask him what’s wrong, he just snaps at me. “Nothin’!” he says, all loud and angry-like. But I ain’t stupid. Somethin’s up.
- And get this, he’s started takin’ real good care of himself all of a sudden. Not that it’s a bad thing, mind you, but it’s just… different. Used to be happy in his old jeans and a t-shirt, now he’s all spruced up, new shirts, fancy shoes. Smellin’ good too, with that cologne stuff. Who’s he tryin’ to impress, I ask ya? Not me, that’s for sure. He ain’t done that since we first started datin’. It’s like he’s tryin’ to catch somebody’s eye. And it ain’t mine, cause he barely looks at me anymore.
I even caught him whisperin’ on the phone the other night. Hushed tones, like he didn’t want me to hear. And when I walked in, he jumped a mile and hung up real quick. Said it was nobody, just a wrong number. But I saw his face, all red and flustered. He ain’t never been a good liar, that one. My grandma always said, “A lyin’ tongue makes a guilty face.” And his face was shoutin’ guilty louder than a preacher on Sunday.
And this “friend” of his, always hangin’ around. Used to think he was just a good buddy, but now I ain’t so sure. They’re always together, laughin’ and whisperin’. And my boyfriend, he looks at this fella… different. Like he looks at a plate of warm biscuits after a hard day’s work. A look I ain’t seen him give me in a long, long time. They go off on their own, and when I ask what they were doing, he just shrugs and says, “Nothin’ much.” But there’s a look in his eye, a shifty look, that makes my stomach churn.
Now, I ain’t one to go snoopin’, but a woman’s gotta do what a woman’s gotta do. I peeked at his phone when he was in the shower the other day. Felt bad about it, but I needed to know. And what did I find? Messages. Lots of ’em. From this friend. Nothin’ outright sayin’ they was doin’ somethin’ wrong, but the way they talked… all flirty and suggestive. Talkin’ about “bein’ close” and “missin’ each other.” And then there was this one picture… just a picture of the friend, shirtless, sent late at night. That ain’t somethin’ you send to just a “friend”. My heart dropped down to my boots.
I tried talkin’ to him about it, but he just got mad. Said I was bein’ crazy and jealous. Told me I was imaginin’ things. But I ain’t crazy and I ain’t stupid. I know what I see and I know what I feel. He’s tryin’ to turn it around on me, make me think I’m the one with the problem. Classic cheater move, if you ask me. My sister went through somethin’ similar with her ex-husband, always accusin’ her of stuff he was doin’ himself.
So, here I am, with a heart full of doubt and a head full of questions. I don’t know for sure what’s goin’ on, but I got a real bad feelin’ about it. And you know what they say, where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. I just wish he’d be honest with me. If he don’t want me no more, he should just say it. Don’t need to be sneakin’ around and lyin’. A clean break is better than a dirty secret. But I ain’t gonna let him play me for a fool. I’ll get to the bottom of this, one way or another. And if he is cheatin’, well, then he ain’t worth my time anyway. Plenty of fish in the sea, as they say. Maybe it’s time I found myself a man who appreciates a good woman, and ain’t got no secrets hidin’ in his phone.
I just need some proof, somethin’ solid. Can’t just accuse him without it. Gonna keep my eyes open and my ears peeled. And maybe, just maybe, I’ll catch him red-handed. Then he won’t be able to deny it, will he? Then we’ll see who’s crazy and who’s been lyin’. And in the meantime, I’ll start thinkin’ about what I’m gonna do next. A woman’s gotta have a plan, you know? Can’t just sit around and wait for things to happen. Gotta take life by the horns and wrestle it to the ground. And that’s just what I’m gonna do.
