It was Sunday morning and Hayden had no desire to get up and dressed to start her day. The TV was turned on to The Food Network and Paula Deen was cooking something deep-fried, fattening, and more than likely also deadly. Hayden's stomach grumbled--right now she would eat ten of whatever Paula Deen was cooking!

　　MyKell was laying quietly, eyes staring at the TV screen. He'd been quiet all weekend. "Hey, you want to go to The Cracker Barrel for lunch?" They had lazed through breakfast and now it was early afternoon. MyKell's eyes seemed to flinch. "I'm paying," she interjected before he could object.

　　MyKell put the cheap in cheapskate. He was 42 and had just gotten his first decent paying job since they'd been together. All of his other jobs had been in sales where he barely raked in enough commission to cover his own personal expenses, let alone enough to help her out financially. They had been together for nearly six years, so Hayden knew the routine. If she wanted to go out to eat then it would be her treat.

　　MyKell turned to her slowly. "Hade, I need to talk to you."

　　Oh shit. He'd lost another job. The hell with this! He'd only been working at the new place for six weeks-

　　"I met someone else."

　　Hayden blinked. "What?" Her heart had momentarily frozen in her chest and was now fluttering rapidly against her ribcage. MyKell pulled himself out of the bed, looking like someone had socked him in his stomach instead of the other way around…

　　"I'm sorry, Hade. But things haven't been right for a while… I'm moving out." He walked to the closet while she stared after him with her mouth hanging open. Things hadn't been right for a while…

　　How could he be saying this when they'd just made love last night? She had picked him up from work Friday and for once they'd had a good evening. He had allowed her to ramble on and on about work and her best friend Dani's problems with her man of the hour. He had actually listened to her intently without rolling his eyes and stating that he was tired of hearing about her whiny-ass friends.

　　Was that why? Was he only being nice to her because he knew that he was going to do this? Her breath froze in her throat as she watched him pull on a jogging suit; a 42 year old man that dressed like a 22 year old in his Sean Jean urban gear and Timberland boots.

　　Then like a boomerang, her mind sprang back. This entire weekend had been fake, just a bone he'd thrown her to ease her pain. She watched his back thinking, he has met someone else. He has fallen in love with someone else. He is not in love with me anymore…

　　Every new thought brought another crashing pain. She was 35 and had given this man six years of her life and now that he had finally gotten a decent job, he was leaving her. It was her house that he had moved into because why should two struggling people have two households? It was also her paycheck that had kept them fed when he quit a job because it was yet another low paying job not worth his time. Hayden felt the tears burn the back of her eyes, but she thought that she would rather die than to let him see her cry.

　　She already felt foolish enough. Things hadn't been right for a while… but she hadn't known that. MyKell placed a suitcase on the bed and began loading things into it. He was talking about making arrangements to pick up the rest of his things.

　　She wanted to get up, but she couldn't. Beneath the bed covers she was still naked and… well, he already had someone else. How could she let him see her naked when he had another woman? She quickly averted her eyes. She wouldn't look at him because then she would see that tall caramel colored man that she remembered from six years ago; with his toned body and thick curls due to his mixed Black and Hispanic heritage.

　　Back then she was pushing thirty and convinced that she would never find a man that would want her for more than just a booty call or a stepping stone to something better. So even though now he was a lot less muscular and a whole lot greyer, she didn't see that because he would always be that fine man that had chosen her. Hayden realized that the real reason she couldn't look him in the eyes was because she was afraid that she would see in them just what she really was to him; a fat, short, yellow skinned, freckled face Black woman with kinked out sandy red hair.

　　"Hayden?" he was talking to her.

　　"Just take all your things now." Her voice was a whisper even though she was trying to speak normally. She gripped the bed covers and slid to the end of the bed while he watched her with his dark, hurt eyes.

　　There was a pile of clothes on the floor; hers, his. She picked up the panties that she'd shed the night before and pulled them over her big thighs, knowing that he could see the crack of her ass when she bent over. She quickly put on yesterdays jeans and a t-shirt, both were dirty, but it at least didn't require her to walk across the room to the dresser for something fresh.

　　She dressed quickly wondering when he had met her; this other woman. Was it someone he worked with? Someone she knew? She wasn't going to watch him walk out the door because… yes, he was the one leaving her, but she wouldn't watch him do it!

　　The tears were running down her face suddenly, but she kept her head down so that he wouldn't see. She would die if he saw her crying. He'd used her, faked it with her, but when he left, she would at least still have her dignity.