conversation was going; I surely wasn’t expecting his next response.
“I want a divorce.” He said. I looked at him with big eyes. Whatever liquor was in my system before was surely gone now. I definitely wasn’t tipsy anymore. Had I heard my husband correctly? The tears fell before I could even respond. I was so confused… What the hell did he mean a divorce?
“Wait a minute, what? I didn’t even know we were having serious issues. What do you mean you want a divorce? I’m not understanding.”
“Jess, baby girl, who are we fooling. I haven’t been happy in the past year. You don’t do shit that you used to do. On the cool, I’m starting to feel like everyone was right about you.” He said. That shit really set me off. No longer was I crying; now I was pissed.
“What the fuck you mean everyone was right? Right about what Renzo? You talking in circles homeboy.” I said. When I would get really upset, I tend to talk a little different, and Renzo hated that, but for whatever reason, he found the shit funny.
“Watch how you talk to me Jess. I’ve had enough of your shit. You walk around like you single and shit so go fucking be single. I’m not asking you to be here, nor am I begging your ass to stay. You don’t cook, you don’t clean, all of a sudden you don’t like sucking dick, your ass don’t want to take care of your own daughter. I mean, the list goes on and on. I’m tired of this shit. I’ve given you time to get your shit together, but you haven’t done anything to make me happy, and that’s real talk.” He said, getting up from the bed. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t really know what to say to make him stay. He was throwing too much on me at one time.
“Baby wait. Can we talk about it please? I don’t want to be single. All I want is you.” I said, trying to get him to believe me. I wasn’t lying when I said he was all I wanted; I just didn’t mind having the extra attention.
“All you want is me, huh? Ok, well explain this.” He said, as he showed me a picture on his phone of me laughing with some guy at Swagger. I couldn’t even tell him his name if he asked, so why the hell was he tripping off of this little stupid ass picture. It really looked worse than what it really was.
“That’s nothing, me and Tasha went to have a few drinks tonight, and that guy asked my name. I told him and end of discussion.” I said. He looked at me and shook his head as he walked into the closet and pulled out some clothes.
“Wait, what you doing baby? You about to leave? You know I hate staying in this big ass house all by myself.” I pouted. Usually, whatever I wanted, Renzo would just take the bait, but I knew that nigga was mad; he started throwing his clothes into his Louis Vuitton duffle bag. That nigga wasn’t playing no games. As he packed his shit, I cried. I had royally fucked up with my husband, and I didn’t even know where to start to make it right.
“I need a break from this shit Jess. I love you, but I need some space.” He said, walking out of the door. All I wanted was my husband; everything else was irrelevant. I started to call Tasha and talk to her, but then I remembered she was with that dude probably somewhere getting fucked right now. I started to call my mother, but then I remembered she was going through issues of her own, so I would just have to figure this shit out by myself. Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night.
Chapter 9
Gucci
"Good looking, bruh. I'm finna come through there for a minute. I needed to get out of that house before I killed that bitch." Renzo said.
I totally understood where that nigga was coming from, because Jessa was playing games. I sat in the back of Swagger watching her ass openly flirt with the niggas in there. Call it a bitch move if you want to, but I was looking out for my boy, who I had been friends with since birth. I took out my phone, snapped a picture, and sent
“I want a divorce.” He said. I looked at him with big eyes. Whatever liquor was in my system before was surely gone now. I definitely wasn’t tipsy anymore. Had I heard my husband correctly? The tears fell before I could even respond. I was so confused… What the hell did he mean a divorce?
“Wait a minute, what? I didn’t even know we were having serious issues. What do you mean you want a divorce? I’m not understanding.”
“Jess, baby girl, who are we fooling. I haven’t been happy in the past year. You don’t do shit that you used to do. On the cool, I’m starting to feel like everyone was right about you.” He said. That shit really set me off. No longer was I crying; now I was pissed.
“What the fuck you mean everyone was right? Right about what Renzo? You talking in circles homeboy.” I said. When I would get really upset, I tend to talk a little different, and Renzo hated that, but for whatever reason, he found the shit funny.
“Watch how you talk to me Jess. I’ve had enough of your shit. You walk around like you single and shit so go fucking be single. I’m not asking you to be here, nor am I begging your ass to stay. You don’t cook, you don’t clean, all of a sudden you don’t like sucking dick, your ass don’t want to take care of your own daughter. I mean, the list goes on and on. I’m tired of this shit. I’ve given you time to get your shit together, but you haven’t done anything to make me happy, and that’s real talk.” He said, getting up from the bed. I didn’t want him to leave, but I didn’t really know what to say to make him stay. He was throwing too much on me at one time.
“Baby wait. Can we talk about it please? I don’t want to be single. All I want is you.” I said, trying to get him to believe me. I wasn’t lying when I said he was all I wanted; I just didn’t mind having the extra attention.
“All you want is me, huh? Ok, well explain this.” He said, as he showed me a picture on his phone of me laughing with some guy at Swagger. I couldn’t even tell him his name if he asked, so why the hell was he tripping off of this little stupid ass picture. It really looked worse than what it really was.
“That’s nothing, me and Tasha went to have a few drinks tonight, and that guy asked my name. I told him and end of discussion.” I said. He looked at me and shook his head as he walked into the closet and pulled out some clothes.
“Wait, what you doing baby? You about to leave? You know I hate staying in this big ass house all by myself.” I pouted. Usually, whatever I wanted, Renzo would just take the bait, but I knew that nigga was mad; he started throwing his clothes into his Louis Vuitton duffle bag. That nigga wasn’t playing no games. As he packed his shit, I cried. I had royally fucked up with my husband, and I didn’t even know where to start to make it right.
“I need a break from this shit Jess. I love you, but I need some space.” He said, walking out of the door. All I wanted was my husband; everything else was irrelevant. I started to call Tasha and talk to her, but then I remembered she was with that dude probably somewhere getting fucked right now. I started to call my mother, but then I remembered she was going through issues of her own, so I would just have to figure this shit out by myself. Needless to say, I cried myself to sleep that night.
Chapter 9
Gucci
"Good looking, bruh. I'm finna come through there for a minute. I needed to get out of that house before I killed that bitch." Renzo said.
I totally understood where that nigga was coming from, because Jessa was playing games. I sat in the back of Swagger watching her ass openly flirt with the niggas in there. Call it a bitch move if you want to, but I was looking out for my boy, who I had been friends with since birth. I took out my phone, snapped a picture, and sent
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