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divorce.”
    â€œDoes that mean you are going to be with her? I mean, I know we’ve been having this fight about the divorce for almost two years now, but you have never been this adamant before. Do you love her?”
    â€œNo, I don’t and this, the divorce, has nothing to do with her so stop trying to make it about her. This is our problem.”
    I watched what seemed like a wave of relief wash over her when hearing that I didn’t love Chyanne. Guess that made her feel better.
    â€œSo there is no way for us to work this out? Twenty years gone just like that,” she stated as she snapped her fingers to get her point across. “I love you Aric and I know that we have both done some fucked up things to one another, but please just think about this some more before you go through with this? You can’t throw all we have away. We’ve built so much together.”
    By now she had walked closer to me and we were body to body as she looked up at me. Her hands were lightly gripping my shirt on each side and she was searching my eyes for some semblance of hope.
    â€œCan we talk about this when I get back? Let me handle this thing with Chyanne tonight and when I get back, we can talk,” I said to her.
    Looking down at her, at that moment, I remembered a time when I was in love with her. There was a time when I would try to move heaven and earth to try and impress her, give her anything she wanted. There was a time when I wouldn’t have thought of hurting her, had loved her too damn much to hurt her. Now, it was like she was an afterthought. I would do my dirt first and think about her later. So much had happened. I didn’t know what we could do to fix a marriage that we both had done so much to destroy. At first Stephanie wanted a divorce as much as I, then all of a sudden, she changed her mind. I didn’t know what had given her a change of heart, but it would take me some time to think about staying in a marriage that I felt was over.
    Walking into T.G.I. Fridays made me realize I was hungry. I hadn’t really had any real food all day and for some reason, Chyanne didn’t want to meet at her house. I didn’t argue with her. All I wanted her to do was agree to have the DNA test so I would know how I needed to proceed. The hostess led me to a section that had a mixture of chairs and a booth together that sat on the right hand side of the bar.
    â€œHello sir. My name is Rachel and I will be your server for the day. May I get you started with something to drink or an appetizer?” the waitress greeted, once she’d gotten to me.
    I looked up at the waitress. “I’ll take a Guinness, Foreign Extra Stout and the Jack Daniel burger with fries.”
    â€œOkay. No appetizers for you today?”
    â€œNo, and a glass of water please.”
    She nodded, took the menu, and walked off. My phone vibrated and I knew it was Chyanne before I even looked at the phone.
    â€œWhere are you?” I asked her.
    â€œI’m coming in. Where are you sitting?”
    â€œOn the side of the bar in the booth nearest the kitchen.”
    â€œOkay.” I could hear horns in the background and the wind blowing through her phone.
    After she hung up the waitress came back with my beer. I only drank import beer. It was some of the purest and it fit my taste buds. Chyanne breezed in like a breath of fresh air and I would be lying if I said an easy smile didn’t creep along my face. She did that for me. Chyanne relaxed me. Her hair was slicked back into a sleek ponytail and her skin glowed. She looked a whole lot better than she did last I left her. Now that I knew she was pregnant, I could tell. She sat in the chair and I stayed quiet until she finished with her order of a pecan crusted chicken salad and glass of water.
    â€œShouldn’t you be eating more than that?” I asked her.
    â€œIf I could hold down more than that, I would. I can’t hold any real