Annette knew her husband Darin was cheating on her. He had started keeping late nights, being really rude and not really caring what happened in their home. Oh he was responsible enough. He kept her in a very hip lifestyle… she had the beautiful house in the beautiful city, her choice of cars and unlimited funds for vacations and shopping trips… but the fact remained that Darin was cheating on her.
She’d suspected for a while… the sneaking out to answer certain phone calls, the sudden change of conversation whenever she entered the room… his abrupt shift in moods… oh yes… Mrs. Annette Williams knew her husband was cheating.
Annette loved her husband dearly and didn’t want to let him go. She was a good woman and decided she wouldn’t let go without a fight… she didn’t want to be a divorcee… a single mother… a laughingstock.
So she stuck it out
At first she argued with him… she complained every time he came home late, she stayed up waiting… she nagged and nagged
The voice within told her she was slowly pushing him away so she planned a different strategy: To kill him with kindness
She loved him and she loved him and she loved him even more
She kissed him welcome when he stepped home from work at midnight
She stopped asking him why he always smelt like perfume she never used
She made him breakfast and lunch and dinner even when she knew he might not come home to eat it
She smiled even when she was crying inside
…. Oh how she loved that man
Slowly but surely, he started missing home… he remembered the way they used to be. He saw the beauty of her soul and started missing home.
He reduced his late nights…they started making love again…
Everything was looking up. For the first time in a long time, they were laughing with each other, calling each other pet names, loving each other…
…. Still, Darin kept his side-piece…
On his way to one of his ‘weekend office meetings’, Darin told his wife Annette to pack a few things for him…
In silent tears, Annette put in 2 white oxford shirts, his black and navy blue dress pants, 2 ties, a polo shirt and khaki shorts, his Calvin boxers, moisturizer and toothbrush… and a box of condoms…
Yes, in her husbands travel bag… a trip she wasn't going on... Annette packed in a box of condoms
She knew Darin was cheating… but at least now he’d know that she knew. He’d know that she loved him enough to just want his safety…he’d realize how much she was hurting.
On the flipside, this could just as well turn around and bite her in the ass. There was a possibility that Darin might just think that she accepted it… that it was ok… that the beautiful house and the cars and the money made up for his indiscretions. Darin might even think he could flaunt his mistress now that it was out in the open... there'd be no reason to hide anymore...
Nothing was black... or white. Annette was living in shades of grey... something just had to give.
That night, Darin got into bed with his mistress and saw it…
He saw his shame looking him right in the face
He saw a wife who loved him… a woman who loved him enough to want to protect him
He saw a wife he knew he didn’t deserve
A wife he knew he had to spend the rest of his life making up for the hurt he’d caused her
At 11.45pm, Darin put on his Calvins and went back home… to his wife.
*I wrote this after watching Games Men Play... I think this was the most powerful scene in the movie(all 3 parts of it... lol).*