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Copyright ©2012 by Creole Gaudet. All rights reserved
No part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system – except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine or newspaper – without permission in writing from the publisher, Creole Gaudet.

Stories based on my life experiences and from my imagination of love, relationships, betrayal, and vengeance that you will no doubt enjoy.

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Do you ever wonder what happened to that kind, gentle, and loving soul that you met a year and a half ago?

Who is this volatile she-devil that’s turned your life into a nightmare? How did you get here?

Manipulative women are clever, but they can only do what you allow them to do.

They won’t do anything extreme in the beginning for fear of losing you or the repercussions and legal trouble that may follow if you were to get the authorities involved. No, they take their time to feel you out first, see how their work is cut out for them.

But it’s up to you to see the signs.

Sometimes they’re subtle, but they’re always there. And by all means, you must address them right away.

If not, she will eat at you nibble by nibble until she’s taking big chunky bites at a time.
Think of the frog in the boiling water. Only in this scenario, she’s controlling the flame.

Meet Melvin.

Melvin was a chubby, bifocaled, late twenties office worker type who lived with his wife in the apartment below me.

He was easy-going and quiet, never uttering a syllable over sixty-five decibels.

He used public transportation, electing to leave the SUV at home for his wife, and would make the daily trek to the bus stop on foot. With his navy blue business suit, a brief case in one hand and his paper sack lunch in the other, even from a block away, you could see that Melvin was a soft touch.

Now, as passive as Melvin was, his wife was just the opposite.

She was an imposing woman with a thunderous voice, a built-in frown, and the broad shoulders of a Samoan professional wrestler.

One night, I was at home having a romantic dinner with a brand new girlfriend. We were staring into each other’s eyes as our lips closed in for our very first kiss.

But the moment was interrupted. “Melvin!” The shout was as clear as if it were just outside my door.

We then took to the sofa, where I explained to her that Melvin was this very nice gentleman whose wife verbally abused him. She was visibly upset as I told her about his work ethic, how he’d arrived home in the evenings just as predictably and timely as he’d left in the mornings.

We both agreed that he was underappreciated, with her wanting to go down and have a conversation with Melvin’s wife. I told her how sweet I thought her intentions were, but I also had to impress upon her how big a mistake that would have been.

There was nothing that she or I could do for Melvin. He was defeated, spineless, and emasculated.

So, how did this happen to Melvin?

As I said, it’s gradual. It doesn’t happen overnight. They hold back that aggressiveness and ease you into it with a continuous dose of mental mind-screwing that’s sure to keep you demented, deranged, and confused.

During a debate or argument, does your woman let you get a word in?

Does she spin the conversation to avoid answering your questions?

Do you get to question her?

Is it a problem when you want to do something with the guys or go somewhere alone?

Does she wait until you’re already dressed and walking out the door before she demands that you call the guys and cancel? Then, and only when she gets her way, does she reward you with sex?

The crying, the happiness, the drama, the anger, the smiling, the frowning, and the self-pity are all theater. It’s manipulation.

If it’s something legitimately mental and she’s truly that unstable, she needs the help of a professional, and there’s nothing you can do for her anyway.

Was this ever you?

“Honey, do you need me to get anything for you before I jump in the shower?” Of course, she’s not even looking you in the eyes while lying in bed, reading and eating chocolates. You’re still standing there with the towels in your hand, waiting for an answer. “Hon?”

“What?!” She screams, peppering you with indignation as she slams the magazine onto her lap. “Can’t you fucking see I’m busy?”

You lower your tone. “I was just asking if you needed me to do anything for you before I hop in the shower right quick…I won’t be long.”

She ignores you, raising the book in front of her face. You then sulk away, but before you can get your hand on the doorknob, she wants a glass of ice water.

Of course, you hustle for it without delay.

You bring it back to her with a folded paper napkin wrapped around it, just the way she likes it.

As you place it onto the nightstand, she thanks you for being so considerate, but lets you know that you smell like fresh dog shit. However, you’re so used to the deadpanned, backhanded insults, you don’t even respond.

You turn on the water and undress. You stand, looking at yourself in the mirror. What was once a toned and defined physique is now average at best.

You blow it off and step under the soothing spray. As you lather yourself, you think back to how the two of you would have sex two, and sometimes three times a day.

You consider squeezing one off, but you don’t want to be completely drained in case tonight’s your lucky night.

But don’t worry, you’ll be losing your sex drive soon anyway. Your erections will begin to decrease in rigidity, and your balls will shrink to half their size.

She will have broken you down to the molecular level, controlling each and every moment of your life.

She’ll be riding you from the time you wake in the morning until the time you close your eyes at night.

Is that any way to live?

Now that she’s squeezed the last drop of masculinity from you, her goal will be accomplished, and she will then get bored.

And don’t you worry your pretty little head; she won’t dump you just yet. No, she has to find a replacement first.

Of course, you’ll be the current topic among her girlfriends. They already know how much of a weakling you are, and they revel in how she masterfully, systemically, consistently, and with precision destroyed you.

So what do you do? Do you wait for the inevitable, or do you make your move?

Obviously, the relationship can’t be saved because she absolutely has no respect for you.

And no amount of couples therapy or anything you could possibly do is going to change that.

No, sir, it’s time to claim back your manhood. It’s time to cut your losses and move on, champ.

Now, don’t go rushing in with a head full of steam. You have to carefully plan an exit strategy.

This is one thing that men don’t usually do well.

When a woman leaves a man, she will have already searched and found a new place, paying the rent from a separate bank account that you knew nothing about.

And it will be together too. Have you ever seen a woman move into an unfurnished or empty apartment? Of course not.

Where did all those dishes, pots, and silverware come from?

How about all the pretty bathroom decorations or the bedroom sheets, comforter with the matching curtains?

Women plan. But we as men end up on our brother’s or sister’s couch for a month or two before we can even get on our feet.

Take your time and prepare before making your move. It would also behoove you to leave when she’s out with those girlfriends of hers.

Just think about how awesome it would be to have them drop her off at home, only to find that you’ve dumped her ass.

And no, you’re not being a coward. You’re using common sense because you know she would never in a million years sit quietly and let you walk out of her life. This would be a win for you, and she’s not going to let you have it. It will no doubt be a confrontation.

Get out of there as quickly as you can, and if you must say something, leave her a nice little note telling her that you wish her the best in all her endeavors.

I never knew what happened to Melvin, but I did see his wife many years later. She was with a girlfriend of hers in the shopping mall, and I just could not help but make mention that I was once her upstairs neighbor.

I let her in on the fact that I could hear her yelling his name through my floor.

She gave an embarrassing smile while dipping her head in playful shame.

She introduced herself as Ann. Even though she was smiling now, I finally had a name to go with that frown.

Ann didn’t say anything about Melvin or whether they were still married or not.

I didn’t see a ring on her finger, so perhaps she’d learned a lesson.

Maybe Melvin picked up some self-esteem he may have had left and moved on.

Maybe he found someone with whom he was more compatible.

Someone who could recognize him for who he was, the quiet, chubby, bifocaled office worker type that needed to be treated like a human being.

Creole Gaudet

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Stories based on my life experiences and from my imagination of love, relationships, betrayal, and vengeance that you will no doubt enjoy.

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“Hey, Darren, this is Smitty, man.” Speaking into his cell phone, Smitty continued. “I have a situation and I need your advice. Can you come by my place?”

“Must be serious, you calling me Darren. I’m on my way, bro. Just give me a few. I’m about to pull into this drive-through and get me something to eat right quick.”

“Save your money, I got a whole pizza over here. The delivery guy just left.”

“That’s what’s up. I’m not too far. I’ll be there in a flash.”

Smitty set the phone onto the coffee table. He eased into the couch, tossing his head back, relaxing momentarily. Minutes later, he was awakened by Darren’s familiar knock. He rose, making his way to the front door. “Coming!” He popped it open and headed back to the den.

Darren entered. “What’s up, Smitaaa?! What’s going on?!”

“Ah, man. I don’t even know where to… The pizza is in the kitchen.”

“Got it.” Darren opened the lid. He held his palm over the top. “This looks good. Whatcha got in the fridge?”

“Miller Lite.”

“You da man!” Darren removed a plate from the cupboard, tossed a couple of slices of the thick-crust pie onto it before shoving it into the microwave. “So what’s up, bruh? Are you okay? Talk to me.”

“I had a fight.”

“What? A fight? You? With who?” Darren pulled the cold can from the tab and placed it onto the countertop. “Somebody I know?”

“No, his name is Nick. He’s Iris’s ex-boyfriend.”

“Iris… Is that that young girl who don’t know shit about auto parts that you hired on at the store anyway?” Darren watched the plate as it slowly spun on the turntable.

“Yeah.”

“Aw, damn. That can’t be good, Smitty.” The timer beeped. Darren removed his meal, grabbed the brew, and quickly entered, but was stopped in his tracks. “Shit! You look like you got hit by a train! That’s more than a situation!” He studied Smitty’s blackened eye, his swollen lip, and the cut over his brow. “You got the business!”

“Is it that bad?” Smitty grimaced as he squeezed the tube of Ambesol, laying a bead into his lower gum. He looked to Darren through his watered eyes.

“You look like a damn cartoon.”

“Fuck you, man.” Darren took a seat in the easy chair as the two broke into laughter.

“You got your ass whupped. Nick must be one of them youngsters, huh?”

“Yeah, but I ain’t scared of none of ’em.”

“Smitty, we too old to be dealing with those dudes. They doing that MMA shit now. You ’bout as in good of shape as that old pickup truck of yours out there in the driveway. Is that thing running yet? Did you get your new motor?”

“I’m still saving.”

“So, how do you get into a fight? Break that shit down for me.”

“Well, we were going to get something to drink after work and go by her place to watch some Netflix. You know, make a date of it. She was going to pay for everything, but she had to stop right quick and pick up some money that Nick owed her.”

“Nick, who kicked your ass?”

“Yeah.”

“So, why were you going to her place? He knows where she lives, doesn’t he? Why not bring her over here?”

“I was going to spend the night, and she was going to ride me home in the morning. Besides, he don’t live there anymore. She put him out last week.”

“He used to live with her?”

“She put him out, though.”

“Let me ask you something. Does she always pay for everything?”

“No, you know me. I’m a gentleman. I’m old school, D. I pay her cell phone bill. I give her gas money to get to work. I buy her lunch, and one time I even paid her rent…”

“Wait, they were living together and you paid her rent?”

“He messed up the money, and she was going to get kicked out. I wasn’t going to let her be on the streets.”

“Yet, you’re supposed to be putting money on the side to get your hot rod back together. You’re not old school, Smitty. You’re an old fool.”

“It’s not even like that.”

“How is it? How long has this been going on between you two?”

“About three months, right after I hired her. We both knew right away we had something real.”

“And I’m sure that during this entire time, she told you all about Nick, right?”

“Yeah, she really needed someone to talk to, and I was there for her no matter what time it was. I always answered my phone.”

“Who flirted first?”

“She did. She came on to me. After we would close, I would train her for management. She tongue-kissed me one night, and another time she took my dick out and licked on the head. But then my district manager called, and by the time I got off the phone with him, the mood was gone.”

“That’s what she told you?”

“Yeah, plus she felt bad about it because of Nick. They were still together then. But I knew she was just about done with him because a couple weeks ago, I was behind her and had her pants down. She fine too, D. That booty is so round and soft. I had my dick all between those cheeks.”

“Did you hit?”

“She didn’t want it to be like that. She wanted it to be special. That’s why we waited for the right time.”

“And the day you got into it with Nick was the right time. Okay…you want my advice, right?”

“Yeah, I want to know what I should do. I like her and want to be with her…”

“Stop… I need you to tell me everything that happened that day from the time you two took off on your date. Don’t leave anything out, no matter how embarrassing you think it might be. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy this pizza. Now go.”

“Alright.” Smitty added a dab more of the painkiller and began. “We were in her car on the way to the liquor store when she picked up her phone. I didn’t know who she was calling.”

“It was Nick?”

“Yeah, she told him that she was on her way and that he had better have her shit. Then she hung up on him.

“I asked her how much it was. She said that it was fifty dollars and that she was going to use that to get us a bottle.

“I told her I would put up the fifty and buy it myself, but she insisted. She said that she was tired of him trying to play her and that she didn’t want my money; she wanted it to come from him. I asked where we were going, and she said to the pool hall right around the corner from her apartment. She said that that was one of the main problems they had. He never wanted to work and was always losing money shooting nine-ball. Next thing I know we were pulling into the lot.

“She got out and damn near ran into the joint. Then they both come out, and he was handling her.”

“Nick?”

“Yeah, he kept shoving her. Then she turned and smacked him across the head. She got him good. That’s when he grabbed her by the neck, choking her, and walked her to the front of the car. Then he slammed her to the ground.”

“What did you do?”

“I got out. You know I don’t like to see a man treating a woman like that. I stepped to him and told him to keep his hands off of her and that he should have some respect because she’s defenseless.”

“Where was Iris now?”

“She had gotten up and was brushing the dirt off.”

“Then what happened?”

“This punk told me some shit like, he didn’t know who I was, but I should get back in the car and mind my own business. He couldn’t have been no more than twenty-six or something like that. He had no respect for my gray hair, D.”

“Or that like me, you’re fifty-three, balding, fat, and of no threat to him, but go on.”

“I got in his face and told him that this was my business and I wanted to see if he would choke me. Iris even checked his ass. She dared him to slam me, a real man.

“Then he asked her why she was bringing this old ass motherfucker around here that he didn’t have a beef with.”

“That was when you should have walked away, Smitty. He was giving you your out.”

“But he looked me up and down and said that all she was going to do was get my ancient ass kicked. I wasn’t going to let him disrespect me like that.”

“And that struck a nerve?”

“Damn right. I swung on his ass. I round-housed him.”

“No, Smitty. You didn’t…”

“Hell yeah, that pissed me off.”

“Did he fall?”

“No… I missed.”

“How? She didn’t miss when she hit him across the head.”

“I don’t know. It’s like he saw it coming in slow-motion. He ducked and came up under my chin. Then he yelled at me to stay down, but I got right back up. That’s when he hit me in the gut.”

“Did he get you good?”

“I dropped to my knees, D. I couldn’t help it. My damn legs just quit on me. I got a little dizzy too. I grabbed at his ankles, felt like tree stumps; solid. I was trying to shoot his cuffs to take him down, but that’s when I felt my food coming up my esophagus. It filled my mouth. I threw up on his pant legs and his brand new Nikes. They were nice, white.”

“Aw damn, man! I know he was pissed! You fucked up his shoes?!”

“Yeah, he got really mad. He grabbed me by my collar and lifted me up. That young boy was strooong, D. I couldn’t do nothing with him. I saw him draw back with his other hand, but I didn’t see nothing but a bright light after that. It was brighter than the sun.

“Next thing I knew, Iris was helping me to the car and we were driving away.” Darren struggled, holding back a grin. “She gave me some napkins to hold to my eye. I put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.”

“Did she say anything?”

“She told me that she thought that I would have had a better fight game.”

“So, she gets you into this shit and… Never mind. What happened after that?”

“We went to her apartment, and I sat on the sofa while she got me some ice. She put it in a towel for me, and I held it to my face.

“That’s when her phone rang and she went into the bedroom. She locked the door, but I walked over and listened. She was arguing with Nick again. She was telling him like it was too.

“But then she started whispering. I knew he was getting in her head again. That’s what he’s good at. She was telling him that she never had sex with me and shit like that. I think I heard her say something like she wasn’t going to or something. I’m not sure.

“Then she got all quiet, and I heard her coming, so I ran back to the sofa and sat down. She asked me if I was listening to her conversation, and I said no. Then I told her that I was ready to watch the movie, but now she didn’t even want to. Like I said, he gets in her head.”

“So, I guess it was time for you to leave, huh?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Go ‘head, finish.”

“Well, she told me that he was on his way and that I had to go. I was like, I’m ready to watch the damn movie and hang out like we planned to. I even told her that we could do something else if she wants, or just chill. I mean, I understood she was upset. I was, too.

“But she said that they needed to talk. I’m like, what is that supposed to even mean? Then she’s like, they’ve been together for almost eight years, and that nothing was going to happen between us because she loves him.

“You believe that? She already broke up with him, and now she’s talking about she loves him; the same dude that’s messing all over her. I told her that she deserves better than that and that she needs somebody who’s going to treat her like a lady, with respect. A good man, not some loser.

“Then she says that he’s her man. I asked her how was she going to do this to me. I told her that I was there when she needed someone to talk to. It was me who got her moved up to management and got her a pay raise. I did that! I was so mad, bro!”

“I know you were.”

“Then, after I point out all that, she tells me that I was a good friend and that she appreciated what I did for her.

“I told her that if she was so appreciative, she needs to tell him it’s over for good and that she’s with me now. She said that she couldn’t do that. I told her that that was some bullshit. Then she opened the door on me, D. She said I had to leave now and that she didn’t want me there when Nick got home because it would be disrespectful, and she didn’t want us to get into it. Isn’t that some shit?! I said, ‘Look at my damn eye, Iris! We already got into it! Look at my face!’ She said to not forget about my lip because it looked pretty bad too.”

“Now that’s fucked up.”

“Yeah, she was smiling. She thought it was funny. I asked her why she was laughing, and she said that I was making her laugh. Nothing was funny to me, D. She apologized, but I wasn’t even trying to hear that shit. I asked her how was I supposed to get home. She tells me to get an Uber. I couldn’t. I lost my damn phone somewhere in that parking lot where I was fighting.”

“How did you get home?”

“I walked. I went to the corner and waited for a bus, and I never saw one. It was getting dark so…”

“That’s messed up, Smitty.” Darren watched as Smitty stared into nothing. “Well, you called me over to get my advice.” Smitty picked up the Ambesol, then dropped it back onto the table. “Do you still want it?”

“Yeah, D.”

“You’re probably not going to like what I have to say, but I’m going to give it to you anyway.” Darren continued. “You went out on a date with her, thinking you were going to have her, but instead you got your ass kicked by that stud of hers. All that excitement turned her on, and the spoils went to the victor, and we know that ain’t you. While you were walking home with your face rearranged, they were doing what you wanted to be doing.”

“You don’t understand, D. I’m serious. You don’t know. It’s Nick and his mind games. He’s got her brainwashed. She’s a good girl. When we’re together, we’re great. I’m telling you. If I can keep him away from her, we’d be…”

“Are you even listening to me? You never had her. Her heart is with him; plain and simple. She’s not leaving that boy.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No. It doesn’t matter what he does, she’s not going anywhere.”

“Well, why would she come on to me like that and talk on the phone with me all night? That was real.”

“No, bro. You got played from the start. She tempted you and teased you because your nose was wide open. She used you to get everything she could get. She worked you for months, only giving you a little taste here and a little taste there. In the meantime, she got you to spend all your money on her. Money that she was giving him to lose in the pool hall. You were financing both of them, and you still didn’t get the ass.”

“Damn! It’s fucked up when you put it that way. Fuck! I’m really pissed off now. I want to kill that… I can’t let her get away without… How do I get her back?”

“Hold on, bro. You can’t go and do something crazy. It’s all part of the game. Take your loss and move on. Let her go and learn from it. Just don’t make the same mistake again. She may need you one day, and then you get to blow her off. That will hurt her more than whatever you’re thinking about right now. You’re a gentleman, right? You said so yourself. Don’t mess up your life trying to get back at her.”

Smitty slowly looked to Darren. “No, I don’t want to get back at her. I love her. I want to know how to get her back…with me.”

Creole Gaudet

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