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The Rule of a Gentleman # 127

Don’t say ‘Whatever’ when you are arguing… It’ll make her even madder.

I don’t know how, but that word just slipped through my lips. I mean how dumb could I have been, to let ‘it’?! That one word sends any woman into a flying fit of rage, when they hear this word slip out of man’s mouth when they’re arguing… Let’s all hope that man better drop down, to his knees and beg for mercy.

I was unfortunately one of those idiots, who said ‘it’ while we were arguing.

Now my best friend, for as long as I could remember, is glaring at me with her (e/c) that seem to be showing me, my future death sentence. ‘I need to neutralize this situation somehow.’

Currently, {Name} and I are in the kitchen. Alaric was in here too, before he had a narrow escape, when I said ‘it’ … Yeah the best place to say ‘whatever’ when in an argument, a room filled with knifes and such… wonderful.

“What did you say, Romulus?” A shiver ran down my spine, just the way she said my name made me nearly piss my pants. I know what she’s doing here though, and I have one of two options: I can either repeat what I said, OR, apologize and just do what she asked me to do. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t try to sweet talk my way out of this - it’s worth a shot.

It was quiet for several minutes; you could hear the clock ticking on the wall. You could feel the tension in the room getting thicker, and you could sense that {Name} was getting even more pissed, as the silence went on. Until, I finally spoke.

“{Name}, my pretty {Na-},” The look {Name} was giving me just got even harsher, which was my que saying, to shut and apologize. “I’m so sorry...” I in all honesty can’t remember why we were arguing in the first place.

All that I know is that whenever I - EVER - argue with {Name} it’s always over something important. Nothing, ridiculous like who has to do laundry.

“Romulus, you can’t keep doing this you know. You get your boys all excited to see you and then you just crush their hearts, when you don’t show up.” {Name} said growling at me.

‘Now, I remember… We were talking about Lovino and Veneziano. I was suppose to pick them up from my Ex, today and have them for the whole weekend.’ I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, hitting the cupboard. I feel so damn guilty now.

“Romulus, she called and said she’ll give you one more chance. But, if you don’t pick them up tomorrow morning, she’ll make sure you’d never see them again. Do you really want that? Do you really not, want to be able to see your boys again?” I kept my eyes closed, I couldn’t look at her. She knows I love my boys, and would do everything and anything for them. My Ex knows that too, but she never wants me around them the first place.

{Name} always had this ability, to make me see what was in front of me when I didn’t want to. She always made stop and think. She always told the truth to me, even when I didn’t want to hear it. {Name} was the first person I went to, when I got divorced and begged for help because, my Ex was trying to get ‘Soul Custody’ so I couldn’t ever see them again.

If anything {Name} is doing everything in her power to keep me and my sons together, I just wasn’t doing my part correctly.

“Romulus look at me.” {Name} demanded, in a harsh voice. As much as I didn’t want to, I obeyed her and looked her straight in the eyes. Her eyes are filled with such rage and furry, I could tell that what she was about to say wasn’t going to be good. “I’m telling you this once Romulus and I will not repeat myself. The next time she calls me and threatens to take to boys away from you, because you forgot to pick them up, I will not intervene. I will let things run its course, because I’m not here to remind you every time you need to pick up the boys up. You should know by NOW you get them every weekend, holiday and for their birthdays’. Correct? I’m not here to be your reminder.”

When she finished what she had to say, it felt like my throat was closing up on me, but what {Name} said was true – every single word of it. I couldn’t face her; I turned my head to the side and stared at the floor. {Name} put her hand on one side of my jaw getting my attention. “Romulus, turn your head back and look at me. I need you to talk to me… There is only so much I can do, to help. And I feel like you’re just taking my help and throwing it away like trash.”

“That’s not true.” I said looking back into her (e/c) which seemed to have softened significantly. “{Name} I’m sorry for making you feel like that. I do love my boys; I do want to keep seeing them. I just got caught up at work finishing a project the boss said couldn’t wait, I lost track of time and picking them up slipped my mind completely. I promise it won’t happen again. {Name}, Just please don’t stop helping me, please?” I meant every word and I could tell {Name} knew it too.

I didn’t realize I started to cry, until I felt something wet land on my shirt. I felt {Name’s} move her hand up from my jaw up to my cheek and wipe few tears away with her thumb. She took a deep breath in and then let it out. “I’ll keep helping you Romulus, but together – we – need to come up with a plan. So if you’re stuck at work or stuck somewhere and get wrapped up in project that can’t wait til’ later or whatnot I need to know so I can try to pick them up. Or at least something like that. You understand?”

“Yes, I understand {Name}. Thank you.” She nodded her head and kept staring back at me. A few minutes later, she rested her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Romulus, I don’t ever want to hear your boys upset and crying ever again, especially over the phone. It broke my heart when I heard them like that, when I was the phone with her.”

I wrapped my arms around her too, and I rested my chin on top of her head. “I’ll do my best {Name}, I promise.”

{Name} and I got things sorted out from that day forward with my ex about the boys, so if I was too busy with work to get the boys she would go get them. My ex knew {Name}, from when we were married, and she knew that she could trust {Name} with picking them up the boy and bringing them to our house and making sure they were taken care of before I get home from work.

All in all, {Name} is that one of a kind savior of mine that helps me each and every time I’m in need of help.

She’s that voice I need to hear when I need guidance or when I need to hear ‘The God Honest Truth’ about things. She makes me listen even if I don’t want to.

And she’s the light that shows me the way; and she shows what’s in front of me when I can’t see the big picture.