My Visit with Mr. Wrong...

was probably almost everything that I could have hoped that it would be. It took me two hours to get ready. It never takes me that long. Ever! But, I wanted to look perfect for him. I wanted Mr. Wrong to take one look at me and realize how much he had missed me. I wanted to be someone in his life worth missing...

My heart was pounding all the way down to the treatment facility. It was as if my oxygen had been completely cut off. Then when I got there for some reason I couldn't seem to make myself go inside. This would be the first time in five months that I would see him. I seriously thought about just leaving. What if he didn't want to see me? I had never even considered the idea before.

I tried calling Nelly for moral support. Her phone was off or something else. I hadn't heard from her all day. She needs to call me so we can dish about what happened last night. I called Mariah. She told me to just go in there.

"Girl, you've been waiting for this. You can't back out now..."

"I just can't do this. You don't understand."

"Yes, you can. I'll be there in just a bit. Go in. He's going to be happy that you're here."

"How do you even know all of this?"

"Just trust me..."

I hung up the phone, took a deep breath, and walked in through that door. I knew that everything would either go well or the night would end with me trying my hardest to hold back my tears, realizing I had done nothing but waste my time.

I watched him walk into the room from a different door than I had. He looked somewhat different. His hair was a great deal shorter. He had lost some weight, due to his previous drug usage I'm sure, but he was still deathly handsome. He was still the Mr. Wrong I knew and cared about so much. There's only one of him. Thank God. I would not be able to handle another one.

He looked up in my direction. His facial expression was that of complete shock. Then instead of his infamous smirk, a genuine smile spread across his face. I think both of us were at a loss for words because neither one of us said anything as he walked towards me.

Before I knew what was happening he had gathered me in his arms, pulling me into a strong embrace. I hung onto him for dear life. It's funny how before a situation arises you plan out everything you're going to say. You know exactly what you're going to do. But, in that moment I couldn't seem to say a god damn thing. So, instead, I hugged him for a few minutes longer. I hadn't realized until then just how much I had truly missed him. I felt as if I was going to start crying. We finally stopped hugging...

"It's so good to see you. Let's go outside. I need a cigarette like yesterday..." I insisted.

"I'll go with you. But, I don't feel like smoking."

"What, you skipped over to sainthood and decided to quit," I deadpanned.

"Have you lost your mind woman?"

"Don't even get me started..."

"But, it's so much fun," he insisted as he followed me outside.

I introduced him to some of my girlfriends who had made the trip with me. He was extremely polite. I was shocked that he wasn't flirting with all of them. Who was this man standing next to me? But, none the less, he had all three of them eating out of the palm of his hand. He's always possessed such a natural talent for such a thing as that. It was as if he'd change. The next thing he would say was 'Yes please' or even 'No, thank you...' Naturally he had to prove me wrong when my friends walked away for a moment...

"Your hair is so short," I commented.

"When I was using I shaved it all off. This is definitely a vast improvement...”

"Is that what you’re telling yourself these days," I asked sarcastically.

"How would you like it if I cut off all of your hair?"

"I'd murder you," I stated slowly as I ran my fingers through my silky hair.

"Princess, you wouldn't be able to..."

"Don't be so sure..."

"Are you pregnant," he asked as he touched my stomach. What the fuck? I looked nowhere near pregnant. He just knew that it would piss me off.

"Mother fucker..." I said as I tried to take a swing at him.

He overpowered me by gathering me in his arms. We struggled back and forth for a minute before I realized fighting against him was futile. I was just not going to win this one. That much was clear

"Let me go..."

"Only because you insisted..."

He allowed me to step out of his embrace. We had matching smiles as we faced each other. In that moment there was no possible way for me to deny just how happy I was. I watched as his surrogate aunt and uncle approached the building. I hoped to god that they didn't see us acting in that manner. They both warmly embraced me.

"How are you darling? What are you doing here? You've met my nephew?"

My god, does anyone in his family think I know him? I've known all of them for at least three years. It always comes as a shock when they find I know of him. But, then again, maybe it is somewhat surprising.

"Unfortunately..."

"No, she's been so lucky," insisted Mr. Wrong as we all walked into the meeting.

I sat in the back of the room with my friends and slightly studied Mr. Wrong. I watched as another one of his uncles walked in. He was still handsome, even though it would take him awhile to get back to where he was. I sighed dramatically.

“Oh, my God…”

“What,” I asked my friend as I turned to her.

She turned to the doorway and there stood Robert. As he sat down next to his brother I swear that my heart completely stopped beating for a moment in time. How the hell could it have not occurred to me even one time that his brother just might show up? Why did Robert have to care to see his brother tonight of all nights? What the fuck. At least he didn’t see me yet.

I'm really tired and this is kind of a long story. I want to get all the details out. I'm going to go to sleep for awhile, but I will write the second part in a couple hours. I promise...