detected.
“Man, Mo’ put a
nigga out, but it’s all good.”
I didn’t have to
say anything else. Mika offered, “Come cry on my shoulder, Baby. You know
you’re always welcome here.”
“Cry?” I responded.
“Man, I’m not sheddin’ no tears! Fuck that bougie bitch. I need a gutta broad
as my number one, anyway.”
I was frontin’ nine
thousand, but I’d never let a bitch see me down. I still believed that Mo’
would call in a few days, begging me to come back home.
Hard To Let Go
Molaysia
Really, I didn’t
want my man to go. I would have preferred that we sit down and talk things out.
Even though he wasn’t doing right by me, I couldn't just blink my eyes and stop
loving him. I knew that he loved me.
I recalled all the
good times that we had shared together. It hadn’t always been bad between us.
There was a time when I was Blunt's everything, and he was mine as well. If I
could have those days back I would skip back and forth to work. Blunt was the
only man that I had ever adored. When things were good between us there was
nothing in this world that compared to it, and now it was gone.
Watching Blunt walk
out of that door had hurt so badly. I had wanted to run up behind him and beg
him to stay, plead with him to just be honest with me. It was a good thing that
Leesha was there. I'm not sure that I would've had the strength to let him walk
away.
"Thanks, girl.
I really needed you here to help me through that," I said.
She hugged me.
"Mo', just because you love a man it doesn't mean that he's the right one
for you."
"You're right,
but I am going to miss him. If he would just stop his lying and cheating..."
Leesha looked at me
reproachfully. "Cuz, how long have you been telling yourself that?"
"I know,
right?" I agreed. "He'll never change. Anyway, I can do bad by
myself."
"Okaaay,"
she chimed.
I sat down at the
kitchen table and rested my head in my hands. "Tomorrow is a new
beginning," I declared. "Thanks again."
"Chile, you’re
welcome." Leesha put a finger up under my chin and lifted my head.
"God will send you the one He has for you."
I smiled, fighting
back tears.
"The twins
must be asleep," I said. We hadn't heard a peep out of them during all the
commotion.
"They probably
have on their headphones," she guessed. "If you're alright, I'm going
to bed. I'm tired from the drive."
I nodded my head.
“Okay, that’s fine.” I stepped over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed
some bottled water. Leesha went on upstairs to get some rest. My cell phone
vibrated on the marble kitchen counter. I picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar
number.
“Hello.”
“Can I speak to
Molaysia?” asked the caller. She sounded real ghettofied.
“This is Molaysia.”
I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I walked into the living room
and plopped down on the sofa.
“My name is
Luscious. I’m sure you don’t kno’ who I am but after today you will. I’m
Blunt's baby's mama; the bitch he hasn't told you about."
She paused for a
reaction, but I didn't feed into it.
"Anyway,
honey, I would appreciate it if you would tell yo’ man to stop comin’ over here
trying to regulate shit. My neighbor had to call the popos over here the other
day, and they picked that ass up,” she snitched.
I still remained
silent. Nothing surprised me anymore when it came to that man.
“You still on the
phone?” she asked with a major attitude.
“Yes, I’m still
here, and I’m listening to you. Whether you know it or not, two people can't
speak at the same time and be heard. So, continue on and when you’re finished
that’s when I’ll speak. That’s how civilized people hold conversations,
Babycakes,” I replied sarcastically.
She chuckled. “ Look, I know how people with good sense talk so
don’t get cute with me. Unlike Blunt, I don’t worship the ground you walk on
‘cause what you eat don’t make me shit, bitch.”
I sucked my teeth,
turned the water bottle up, took two
“Man, Mo’ put a
nigga out, but it’s all good.”
I didn’t have to
say anything else. Mika offered, “Come cry on my shoulder, Baby. You know
you’re always welcome here.”
“Cry?” I responded.
“Man, I’m not sheddin’ no tears! Fuck that bougie bitch. I need a gutta broad
as my number one, anyway.”
I was frontin’ nine
thousand, but I’d never let a bitch see me down. I still believed that Mo’
would call in a few days, begging me to come back home.
Hard To Let Go
Molaysia
Really, I didn’t
want my man to go. I would have preferred that we sit down and talk things out.
Even though he wasn’t doing right by me, I couldn't just blink my eyes and stop
loving him. I knew that he loved me.
I recalled all the
good times that we had shared together. It hadn’t always been bad between us.
There was a time when I was Blunt's everything, and he was mine as well. If I
could have those days back I would skip back and forth to work. Blunt was the
only man that I had ever adored. When things were good between us there was
nothing in this world that compared to it, and now it was gone.
Watching Blunt walk
out of that door had hurt so badly. I had wanted to run up behind him and beg
him to stay, plead with him to just be honest with me. It was a good thing that
Leesha was there. I'm not sure that I would've had the strength to let him walk
away.
"Thanks, girl.
I really needed you here to help me through that," I said.
She hugged me.
"Mo', just because you love a man it doesn't mean that he's the right one
for you."
"You're right,
but I am going to miss him. If he would just stop his lying and cheating..."
Leesha looked at me
reproachfully. "Cuz, how long have you been telling yourself that?"
"I know,
right?" I agreed. "He'll never change. Anyway, I can do bad by
myself."
"Okaaay,"
she chimed.
I sat down at the
kitchen table and rested my head in my hands. "Tomorrow is a new
beginning," I declared. "Thanks again."
"Chile, you’re
welcome." Leesha put a finger up under my chin and lifted my head.
"God will send you the one He has for you."
I smiled, fighting
back tears.
"The twins
must be asleep," I said. We hadn't heard a peep out of them during all the
commotion.
"They probably
have on their headphones," she guessed. "If you're alright, I'm going
to bed. I'm tired from the drive."
I nodded my head.
“Okay, that’s fine.” I stepped over to the fridge, opened the door, and grabbed
some bottled water. Leesha went on upstairs to get some rest. My cell phone
vibrated on the marble kitchen counter. I picked it up and stared at the unfamiliar
number.
“Hello.”
“Can I speak to
Molaysia?” asked the caller. She sounded real ghettofied.
“This is Molaysia.”
I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder as I walked into the living room
and plopped down on the sofa.
“My name is
Luscious. I’m sure you don’t kno’ who I am but after today you will. I’m
Blunt's baby's mama; the bitch he hasn't told you about."
She paused for a
reaction, but I didn't feed into it.
"Anyway,
honey, I would appreciate it if you would tell yo’ man to stop comin’ over here
trying to regulate shit. My neighbor had to call the popos over here the other
day, and they picked that ass up,” she snitched.
I still remained
silent. Nothing surprised me anymore when it came to that man.
“You still on the
phone?” she asked with a major attitude.
“Yes, I’m still
here, and I’m listening to you. Whether you know it or not, two people can't
speak at the same time and be heard. So, continue on and when you’re finished
that’s when I’ll speak. That’s how civilized people hold conversations,
Babycakes,” I replied sarcastically.
She chuckled. “ Look, I know how people with good sense talk so
don’t get cute with me. Unlike Blunt, I don’t worship the ground you walk on
‘cause what you eat don’t make me shit, bitch.”
I sucked my teeth,
turned the water bottle up, took two
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