Read Online Wearing My Halo Tilted by Stephanie Perry Moore - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Stephanie Perry Moore
Ads: Link
book was first released last year, I was mugged. Someone stole my ring. While I was signing a book for a man, he attempted to take my ring and I screamed. When the crowd gathered, the guy ran away.
The next day when I got home Dillon bought me a platinum band. He and I agreed Iâd only wear my ring when I was in a safe environment. More and more I found myself wearing the band because it was less flashy. It didnât draw too much attention to the fact that I was hitched.
As the plane accelerated off the ground I leaned back thinking about the nosedive my marriage had taken. Happiness was not just automatic. Somewhere deep down my feelings for my husband had started to fade away. Iâd never gone against his wishes before. But this was a new day and I only hoped tomorrow would be brighter.
I knew I had thoughts of not claiming him, but I shouldâve brought the band, I told myself.
âWell, Iâve been married for nine years,â the gentleman said in a fun-filled voice, giving unsolicited advice. âItâs never been easy, but just like anything else in this world, that you want really bad and if itâs worth having, you gotta work for it. You both must work at it to get it. Work to keep it. Just believe and somehow itâll work out.â
I laughed. I donât know if it was the spirits or if it was just the truth that I needed to hear. But how was I going to work on my marriage when I was miles apart? When we touched down in Georgia, I thought maybe that was the start of it. I mentally needed to work through our problems. Maybe time apart from Dillon and the girls and my somewhat boring life would give me time to do just that.
I was picked up in grand fashion. There was a limo waiting for me as soon as I went to the curb. Tina told me to get ready for first-class treatment.
However, I guess I wasnât ready and neither was the limo driver. He looked at me with tenseness, like he didnât know the person he was carrying was black. Not that it should matter to him, because my money was just as cucumber colored as anyone elseâs, but when he didnât open my door or offer me anything to drinkâwater, soda, somethingâI realized he had a problem. I sat back taking up only a fraction of the big cushy space. Then I thought, was this a sign of the way my life was gonna be from now on? Full of luxury, but unable to really enjoy it. My cell phone startled me. I quickly picked it up, not noticing the number was that of my husband.
âShari,â he shouted testily in the phone. âI got your little note saying you were gone. Thereâs nothing you can say, Shari. You made your choice and though I donât understand it, donât expect to come back here.â
Before I could respond the receiver went dead. I didnât have to wonder if that was a sign or not. That was an answer. My marriage was over. I was glad that the limo driver wasnât paying any attention to me. Now, I was a complete basket case. I took both of my hands and placed them over my eyes, as I stroked back my medium-length hair. Pulling it as if I wanted to hurt myself physically so it would get rid of the pain in my heart I felt inside.
Yeah, it was my choice to leave, but just to hear Dillon say we were through made me question once more if thatâs the outcome I wanted. And I could probably fight for him and get on a plane and go back home. But something inside of me couldnât do that. I was all messed up. I was not fit to be a mother to my girls and certainly not wife material right now. My husband couldnât reach out to me and understand what I needed. How in the world could he expect me to reach out to him? He wanted to be the leader. He said God placed him as the head of the family, but yet he acted more like the tail. I was tired of him showing his behind.
I needed to talk to somebody, but it couldnât be my mom. Though she supported me coming, if she knew
The next day when I got home Dillon bought me a platinum band. He and I agreed Iâd only wear my ring when I was in a safe environment. More and more I found myself wearing the band because it was less flashy. It didnât draw too much attention to the fact that I was hitched.
As the plane accelerated off the ground I leaned back thinking about the nosedive my marriage had taken. Happiness was not just automatic. Somewhere deep down my feelings for my husband had started to fade away. Iâd never gone against his wishes before. But this was a new day and I only hoped tomorrow would be brighter.
I knew I had thoughts of not claiming him, but I shouldâve brought the band, I told myself.
âWell, Iâve been married for nine years,â the gentleman said in a fun-filled voice, giving unsolicited advice. âItâs never been easy, but just like anything else in this world, that you want really bad and if itâs worth having, you gotta work for it. You both must work at it to get it. Work to keep it. Just believe and somehow itâll work out.â
I laughed. I donât know if it was the spirits or if it was just the truth that I needed to hear. But how was I going to work on my marriage when I was miles apart? When we touched down in Georgia, I thought maybe that was the start of it. I mentally needed to work through our problems. Maybe time apart from Dillon and the girls and my somewhat boring life would give me time to do just that.
I was picked up in grand fashion. There was a limo waiting for me as soon as I went to the curb. Tina told me to get ready for first-class treatment.
However, I guess I wasnât ready and neither was the limo driver. He looked at me with tenseness, like he didnât know the person he was carrying was black. Not that it should matter to him, because my money was just as cucumber colored as anyone elseâs, but when he didnât open my door or offer me anything to drinkâwater, soda, somethingâI realized he had a problem. I sat back taking up only a fraction of the big cushy space. Then I thought, was this a sign of the way my life was gonna be from now on? Full of luxury, but unable to really enjoy it. My cell phone startled me. I quickly picked it up, not noticing the number was that of my husband.
âShari,â he shouted testily in the phone. âI got your little note saying you were gone. Thereâs nothing you can say, Shari. You made your choice and though I donât understand it, donât expect to come back here.â
Before I could respond the receiver went dead. I didnât have to wonder if that was a sign or not. That was an answer. My marriage was over. I was glad that the limo driver wasnât paying any attention to me. Now, I was a complete basket case. I took both of my hands and placed them over my eyes, as I stroked back my medium-length hair. Pulling it as if I wanted to hurt myself physically so it would get rid of the pain in my heart I felt inside.
Yeah, it was my choice to leave, but just to hear Dillon say we were through made me question once more if thatâs the outcome I wanted. And I could probably fight for him and get on a plane and go back home. But something inside of me couldnât do that. I was all messed up. I was not fit to be a mother to my girls and certainly not wife material right now. My husband couldnât reach out to me and understand what I needed. How in the world could he expect me to reach out to him? He wanted to be the leader. He said God placed him as the head of the family, but yet he acted more like the tail. I was tired of him showing his behind.
I needed to talk to somebody, but it couldnât be my mom. Though she supported me coming, if she knew
Similar Books
