Opportunity and Motive
I wish I could remember his expression,
but at the time I was only seeing red. It took me awhile to cool down and start
wondering about motive.
At first I thought he wanted
to hurt me. Why else would he stroll out of her bedroom, tucking his shirt in?
Then I thought maybe he was trying
to show me what kind of a person she was – this woman I hoped to marry.
But now I’ve got it figured
out. He just wanted me to know what he’d done.
It’s like that time he
pretended to have amnesia. Could’a had a miracle recovery. Nothin’ forcing him to ‘fess up.
Nothing except his conscience,
See, the man’s an asshole,
but he’s got a conscience. It didn’t stop him from fucking her, but
it did kick him through that bedroom door and into my face.
What I want to know is, what
did he think I was going to do?
Did he think I would leave him? Was this some kind’a sick test?
He should know I’m not
going to ditch him. He’s my partner, and hey – I've already threatened
to kick his ass at Ping-Pong.
I’m not going anywhere.