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fucked up her credit is, but come on. She’s a grown-ass woman and it’s time she started standing on her own two feet and stop using men to provide all her needs. She’s married to a financial executive, yet her finances are jacked up. “You need to get it together. You’ll be thirty-one next month.”
    Her face suddenly became serious. “If it’ll make you happy, I will order a copy of my credit report and start working on fixing some stuff.”
    â€œSounds good.”
    You would never guess we grew up in the same neighborhood. Englewood Park housing projects. Two skinny kids with big dreams of living the good life. The path I followed took me a little longer than Trinette. Marriage. College. Years of struggling to make ends meet. Donovan opened a barber shop. A Cut Above the Rest took three years before we finally saw a profit. Then two years ago, I took the plunge and opened my bookstore. Afterward, I started my radio segment, Truth Hurts . Life had been a struggle, but finally I’m starting to see the light.
    But things were different for Trinette. She knew what she wanted from the beginning—a man who was going to do big things, and skinny-ass Leon was her answer. They met in college. He was smart, was good with money, and had a job, Trinette’s top requirements in a man. Back then he let her run over him, and ain’t much changed since. However, her behavior was getting out of control. She was screwing brothers for money when she had a husband who was loaded. It wasn’t because she needed the money. It was because she enjoyed the thrill of fucking around without getting caught. She also loved the control she had over other people’s money.
    â€œYou heard anything from Donovan yet?”
    Trinette changed the subject, which meant she was tired of me getting in her ass. I decided to play along. I waited until our waitress delivered our food—chicken quesadillas—and moved to the next table before I responded. “Nope. It’s pretty clear at this point…. My husband isn’t the least bit interested in me or our marriage anymore.” I reached for my knife and fork and focused on my food.
    Trinette knew she had hit a sore spot with me and gave me a sympathetic look. “Maybe it’s time. You said yourself Donovan pretty much ended the marriage before he was deployed.”
    â€œI know, but I had hoped distance would have made the heart grow fonder.” I gave a rude snort. “Obviously not.”
    We’d been having problems for some time, but I had still tried to support my husband and had hoped the time apart was all it would take to bring our marriage back together, but apparently it was all in my head. Our marriage had been dead for a long time. There was too much pain and neither of us knew how to fix it, and I no longer had the energy to keep trying.
    For several seconds we ate in silence. I thought about my life a year ago and compared it to life at that point. Sadly, not much had changed.
    â€œThe Minority Business Association is having a party next weekend. You wanna go?”
    Usually I don’t go to social functions like that. Mostly bougie black women trying to outdress each other while acting like they’re all that. But I didn’t have anything else to do. Tristan said it was time for me to move on, and possibly find some dick in the process. It’d been so long since I’d had sex, I had cobwebs between my legs. “Maybe.”
    â€œIt will be fun. We can eat and sit back and talk about folks. You never know, you might meet yourself a nice professional man.”
    I frowned at Trinette. She had never considered Donovan’s barbershop a true profession. “We’ll see.”
    â€œWell, don’t wait too long. I need to buy tickets in advance. And it’s dress to impress, so we can hit the Galleria if you want.”
    I nodded. Shopping sounded like a fabulous idea.
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