“I’m leaving Brad”, NiAnn said with quiet conviction.
“Praise the Lord”, Ximena declared looking like the true follower of Christ she was, howbeit a little dramatic.
Zoe rolled her eyes. “Come on Ximena. Like seriously?”
“What”, Ximena asked the glaring NiAnn with wide eyed innocence. “Isn’t it good to praise the Lord?”
NiAnn huffed and looked away.
“Well yes, it’s good to praise the Lord”, Zoe replied with a look on face that says I can’t believe I’m having this ridiculous argument with you. “But now isn’t the time to say it out loud!”
Ximena was relishing her cup of herbal tea, as she peered at her fav peers with muted mischief in her sparkling cinnamon eyes. This was an answer to prayer. And she had praised God for granting her request of detoxifying her friend’s life of toxic people. And Brad was one of them. She most certainly wouldn’t mourn about it.
She swallowed her witty comeback with her tea, so NiAnn can spill the tea on what happened.
“So. What happened?” Zoe asked
“Freda is pregnant and Brad’s the father.” NiAnn rubbed her elbow like she normally did when she was upset.
Zoe gasped, “What? Again?”
Ximena merely raised her brows, as she kept sipping her tea. How extraordinary, she thought sarcastically.
“I thought he promised you he was done with her?” Zoe queried.
“He changed his mind again.” NiAnn looked sad but with a new strength that says she would be okay.
Praise God. Ximena thought, as she kept observing her friend.
“I was beginning to feel like the interloper. He may have divorced Freda on paper, but I wish it didn’t take me this long to realize, he’s still married to her in his heart.”
“I’m so sorry, NiA”, a concerned Zoe tried to console her.
“That or he’s just doesn’t want to fully committ to anyone. Be it Freda, me or anyone.” NiAnn continued in quiet contemplation.
“You were right, Ximena. I was his, but he was never mine.”
Ximena softened, “Hey. You know I love you too much to want to be right about something like this. You just need to learn to stay away from complicated people and trying to rescue them.”
“Perhaps you should pursue a career as a Fire Fighter. I hear the men there are hot.” Zoe winked
“Speaking of careers. My e-commerce website has picked up speed. I closed five very profitable deals last night!” NiAnn bounced in her seat with barely concealed excitement, a huge smile on her face and a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
“Praise the Lord!“, Zoe declared in happiness for her friend’s success.
“Hallelujah!” The girls chorused
Three cups click in the air in celebration as the three friends laughed. The laughter of reassurance that where life is, hope abides.
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2020/08/01/august-writing-prompts-3/ #21. I was his, but he was never mine.