The great war of words - Carol finds out I know of her secret baby

“Kwani you told Carol that I told you about the kid. NKT!” When a woman over 30 uses a capitalised “NKT!”, she is royally pissed.

This hits you like a bolt out of nowhere. You haven’t spoken to either of the girls and your Tuesday afternoon can’t get any worse. You text back, genuinely shocked and she tells you to NEVER EVER speak to her.

Have you ever been accused of something you have not done, and you have no way of proving your innocence? What may have transpired? You have not discussed with Carol since she left your place. She didn’t even reply your message you sent her as soon as she left: “There is something you have not told me.”

So, you are left with a puzzle. In the evening, you walk into Carol’s house and she receives you with a certain air of familiar indifference. When couples have had a small altercation, the conversation afterwards is always dryly stifled. Carol has adopted a certain hostile approach, quite favoured by single mothers who want their kids to remain a secret to their potential lovers.

“Look, Carol, we need not waste time. Your time or my time. We can talk and sort this as adults. If you say no!I will respect your answer and we can still be friends, I was just making a move...” You tell, starting where you left last time.

“What kind of sh*t about me have you been asking Cindy, that you could not ask me, I am always here with you...”

“What is this all about? Why are you so rude, so hostile?”

“No. I am pissed off. You can’t talk behind my back...”

“What do you mean?” you ask, intrigued.

“I listened to you as you spoke to that bit*#. Yes you did. I listened the whole ten minutes! And the way I thought men don’t gossip!”

Now you understand her hostility. She must have walked in and eavesdropped on your phone call to Cindy seeking to establish more about the sex of the baby and the baby daddy. You did it in your bedroom, the night Carol left. She must have come back to the house and went back to her place. Now everything falls into place. How do you extricate yourself from this?

“You have never talked about the baby. And I consider that as cheating,” you tell her, not letting her bully you into accepting that you are guilty of digging on her.

“How is she your business?” She asks quite firmly, nodding her head as they do in movies when they are pissed.

“Well, I didn’t have anything sinister. I was genuine that I really wanted us to consider something more worthwhile than just a good time,” you speak sombrely, “I am sorry if you are offended that I asked Cindy about you. Don’t take out on her, I just asked and she told me, with no bad intentions...”

She listens to you detached and uninterested. You sense she no longer feels your vibe. You decide to leave.

“Sorry, good night. Talk to me when you can.”

***

That evening, she never calls or texts you any apology. So you guess, she is ready to leave you now that you have busted her. You decide, you can lose her. Even though, you don’t really mind her being a mother. It was good while it lasted.

24 hours later, you receive this text from her: “When can we talk?”

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