"You have got to be shitting me right now. Don't fucking play with me, Tripp."

The way he sent me that message earlier threw me off. The last thing I wanted to do was meet up with him, just to discuss his failed marriage with Kyra.

I really shouldn't be talking...

But, anyway, this also has something to do with my marriage and, with everything going on between us, I had to know what he was talking about.

So, right now, it's him and I in the food area, discussing what's going on with our spouses.

"Look, if I was kidding with you, I'd be laughing my ass off right now because I woke you up so early. These are booty call hours. Do you believe I'd wake you up during booty call hours just to play a stupid ass joke on you?" Tripp says angrily.

I sit my ass down so quick, as if he just scolded me like a little child. This is why I wish we went back home when we could. Now, we've been here so long that nobody wants to leave. It'd be a fight to the finish if one of us left.

He hits the table and finishes his rant.

"See what I'm talking about, Journee? I really can't compete with this guy. He takes you, finesses you in the smoothest way, and marries you. Now, this shit."

I don't know what to say to that because I'm sitting up here, trying to put two and two together in my head.

All the times he's been 'hanging' with Cam, he's been with her. When he ran away to the bathroom, while we were on the boat, he was with her. Touching on her...kissing on her...just being in her presence.

Where and when did this all start?

This shit is trash. How the fuck did I let this slip through my fingers? Even with glasses on, I couldn't see this. How did I not think about him cheating on me?

Where the fuck was Cam at this entire time then?

Could it be that I wanted to see the good in him? Maybe it's because we have a kid together and didn't want to leave. Maybe I saw that he could provide for the family and appeared to be that typical, perfect American husband that everyone wants...

After this, I'd rather have the imperfect man that everyone hates for no reason.

I want to hit the table too but I end up shedding a few tears. How much more can my heart really take? This is too much to handle for me.

Davin saw me at my worst, built me up to my best, and threw me back into the depths of my own tears all over again. I didn't know whether to throw him out of the suite, beat his ass, leave the place, or just talk to him about the situation.

What if he lies to me about it all? 'Oh, baby, you know not to believe that bum ass nigga. You remember what he did to you years ago? He just wants to destroy our relationship to be with you.'

What if I run away and he doesn't try to catch me? What if I kill him?

But why though? Just why? What is it about Kyra that you want so bad? What about me has turned you off so much that you have to cheat and lie to me? Am I really that unattractive?

Hell nah. This is too embarrassing and I know I'm not that ugly for anybody to cheat on.

The point is...I need to bounce.

As we sit at this table and contemplate what's going on in our sad relationships, we both get a notification on our phones. Mine's from Cass, sending photos of her and Cam. She explains how her evening went fantastic and all the things Cam did for her. All I can do is cry silently but a little harder.

I wish she never invited me to this place. She knew how I feel and what would happen once I got here. Everyday, since we've been down here, I've had faith and hope in my heart that things would get better. I was hoping that this couples' trip would make our marriage much better.

Talk about that. It's about to be a singles' one all over again because I'm tired of this bullshit. This is why I barely travel anymore. Something always happens.

"When you thought you were the only one..." Tripp begins while holding back a few tears with a lip bite. I can't help but finish his words and shed more tears.

"...but find out that you're sharing your partner with someone else."

"Sharing is not caring in this case."

A small chuckle comes from my lips and I wipe my face, saying "Not you bringing out lessons we teach the kids."

"My teacher used to say that it was. I guess I just proved her wrong," Tripp says as he nods in regret at his phone. Must've been something he didn't want to see right now either.

"Well, where do we go from here? I can't go back to that suite, knowing he'll be in there. I can't take another night sleeping in the same bed and feeling so alone in it. I guess that tells you how our marriage is going," I admit while tucking my braids behind my ears.

Tripp shrugs and says "You're asking the wrong person; somebody that was also being played like a video game. Everybody knew how our marriage was going from the jump. That damn reality show told it all, catching all of the worst moments of our marriage. There's no telling where those cameras are now."

We both look around for any of her crew, just in case we need to leave. They aren't gonna put me on tv as if I ruined their marriage.

"Sounds like you got it worse than I do."

"Nah, it's about the same. Just more status I never asked for. Talking about she's going to work. Yup, right to the bedroom."

Speaking of that bedroom, there's another reason why I can't go back in there. Thoughts of her body all over his in that bed brings anger to my heart. They could have been on other things in that suite. Davin's a freaky man.

We both shake our head in disgust before the margaritas arrive. Thank goodness there's still food and drinks to keep me company. I've been craving these since-

"Two drinks, Journee? That's not going to make this go away," Tripp interrupts as he snatches them away from me and tosses the contents out of the window.

Why do people think I have a drinking problem? Just because I get drinks from time to time does not mean I have a problem. There are people who drink all the time and never get this kind of treatment.

"Really, Tripp? I have no problem! I just paid-"

"I'd rather pay you back every last cent you've paid on drinks than see you drunk over this situation. You do realize that he could use your drunkenness to manipulate you?"

Hell, let him do it. He's been doing it anyway and I didn't realize it until just now. Nope, Tripp's right. It's not the time to drink anything. I'd be drinking years of pain away.

However, the alcohol brings a burning sensation to my heart and warms it way more than Davin has.

"Fine, but you can't tell me how to cope with this situation though, Tripp."

I regret looking into those pleading, dark brown eyes of his. Those jewels are what stopped me from going off on him after throwing my drinks out the window. First, he gives me a worried look, a look of concern and it caused my heart to change how it felt. Now, it's a caring smile and that's even cuter...

I mean, better...I guess.

How do you cope with something this serious? How do you get over years of consistently serving up your heart on a silver platter, only for it to crumble and rot due to lack of attention? How do you tell your kids and your family that your husband found someone else?

What do you do when your spouse has given up faith in the marriage?