Lost In Found 4 – First Fight

Happy Tuesday Everybody!

I hope all is well with you.

Without further adieu – I know I have kept you waiting for too long – below please find this week’s storisode from my award winning (I’m speaking it into existence) work of art Lost In Found. Click here if this is your first time or you missed the rest.  ENJOY!!!! __________________________________

The Patient: I said, what was our first fight about?

Chudi: I don’t remember

The Patient: You don’t remember?

Chudi: We barely fight and it was over nothing so I don’t remember it

The Patient: If we barely fight, that means you have less moments of us fighting, which means you should be able to remember them all, especially our first fight?!

Damn! This is going to be a lot hard. I had a great chain of events planned all the way down to the day she got her accident. But first fight? Who thinks of things like that? I have to do something and quick!

The Patient: I’m waiting

Chudi: Listen, I know this all seems strange to you. But we’re get through this together. How about we start over

The Patient: Start over?

Chudi: Yes, let’s forget the fact that we’re married

The Patient: Please stop saying that

Chudi: But-

The Patient: O MY GOD DO WE HAVE KIDS?!?!

Chudi: No

The Patient: *sigh* oh thank God

Chudi: What do you mean by that?!?

Okay, my tune may have been a lot harsher and louder than I intended it to be, but something about her relief really has me on edge. Why did the thought of kids with me seem to bother her so much?

Chudi: Do you not like kids?

The Patient: Of course I do!

Chudi: Do you not want kids?

The Patient: Of course I do

Chudi: So what’s with the relief? Is it the idea of having kids with me?

The Patient: This is all too much for me! The last thing I remember is burying the only family member I have and all of a sudden, I wake up to find out I’m married to some random dude that I don’t know or recognize. Can you imagine adding kids I don’t know and can’t remember to the mix?!

I let out a huge sigh. I get it. And if I had any decency, I’d come clean now, but I’m not going to. I have too much at stake.

Chudi: I’m sorry

The Patient: me too.

Chudi: Listen, it’s been a long day. For the both of us. I was losing hope when you came through and you’ve been through a huge ordeal. It’s late. Let’s just get come sleep okay? Tomorrow we’ll start over. On a clean slate. You’ll get to know me and I’ll pretend I don’t know you and do the same.

She looked pensive for a moment. But soon after that, she looked up at me and smiled a little.

The Patient: Isn’t that cheating?

I laughed.

Chudi: Who knows what you may have kept from me all this while? I’ll even act like I don’t know anything if that helps.

The Patient: I’d like that…

Chudi: Okay then. I’ll start us off. My name is Doctor-

The Patient: Oh lord! You introduce yourself as Doctor

Chudi: I’m an MD/Phd

The Patient: OH LAWD

Chudi: What??

The Patient: You’re not even a doctor doctor!

Chudi: Hey, I’ll have you know I went to med-school for psychiatry

The Patient: So?

Chudi: So?!? SO?!? Did you go to med-school?

The Patient: No

Chudi: So I’ll have you know that med-school is not beans! So if I want to introduce myself to anyone, including the pope, imma add Doctor there to command the respect I deserve!
The Patient: JESUS! OKAY! I’m sorry!!! Go ahead! Doctor man I married

Chudi: Just forget it

The Patient: Hey. I’m really sorry. It’s just that I make fun of people that throw their weight around. Imagine the irony for me to discover I married one of y’all.

Chudi: I do not throw my weight around

The Patient: But you just introduced yourself to me as doctor!

Chudi: I’m done with this. Good night!

I made my way upstairs, pissed as hell. I know I’m being petty right now but she got to me. I just need to focus on this case study. This sooner I can get rid of her the better.

The Patient: Oh doctor..?

Chudi: What?!

I waited for her to say something but she didn’t. So I turned around to find her trying so hard (and failing miserably) to hold her laughter

The Patient: I’m Nkem. Nkemdilim Opu, since we’re doing the whole let’s-start-over thing

Chudi: Well I’m Chukwudi. Chukwudi Nnaji

Then I went into my room, slammed my door and leaned against it. Lord please give me strength.

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Love always,

The Wawa-New Yorker