Prelude

Looking Back

 

Reflecting on my decision to take my two timing husband back - I was pissed! I could kick my own self in the rear. If the jerk didn’t treat my kitty kat so good I would have never considered letting him come back in the first place.  Most of the time when a man’s little man is little, they will overly compensate with their tongue.  Michael was good at using his tongue. It’s amazing that he could do something exceptionally well besides lie with that snake that emerges from the hole in his face.

 

I guess I was very vulnerable. I had previously left Michael, who was the world’s biggest cheat and thought that I would be safer in a relationship with a minister. My minister, Pastor Leon Booker, was just as bad. He was a liar, a cheat and to top everything off - he lied about being married. Leon treated me good and if I hadn’t found out that he was lying to me the whole time, I would have probably stayed with him, after being with broke Michael. The way Leon was always throwing money my way; I wouldn’t have cared about him being married, as long as he kept me in Gucci.  What his wife did or didn’t do with him would have been her own darn business. He put out the dough unlike Mr. Empty Pockets over here, who wants to come up in the joint destroying stuff and he ain’t bought nuthin’. ‘Lord, please forgive me I know I’m saved’, but it seems to be some people’s duty to make you lose your salvation. But if the truth be told, I really wanted to fight Michael’s a-- !

 

That no good nigga had ‘stupid’ nerve. He walked into our house with a brand new shiny red axe and commenced to slashing our ten thousand dollar custom-made Chinese style bedroom set.  He had lost his entire mind.  He slashed our 27-inch Plasma Sony television that was mounted on the wall. He was on a marathon slashing everything in sight, outraged because he had gotten caught again with yet another one of his trashy hoes.

 

My cousin Don was upstairs trying to get Hack Saw Jim Duggan (Michael) to calm down and give him the axe. But Michael insisted that he would not give anyone the axe unless I came upstairs to talk with him. Oh, hell no! I knew he must’ve bumped his head on something because I wasn’t going nowhere near him or that axe. 

 

Poor, Kyasia.  It was her 13^th birthday party and it must have been at least seventy-five kids at her party.  Not to mention the thirty to thirty-five adults there to assist me in throwing my daughter what was supposed to have been the birthday party of a lifetime. But it was this day her stupid a-- father chose to audition for the part of Norman Bates in the movie Psycho and came in here in front of all of her friends throwing a tantrum ‘cause he had gotten put out for the last time or so I thought.

 

I can’t forget the deranged look formed on Michael’s face as he walked down the steps of our 4-bedroom Center Hall Colonial house. He just stared at me with that axe in his hand as he walked out the door.  ‘He better had taken his sorry a-- out the door ‘cause I had already called the cops’. 

But on the real, he had me shook.

 

Everyone was frantic; my daughter was upstairs in her bedroom crying from embarrassment.  My sisters were up there along with some of her closest friends trying to console her. My sister Ever Ready was ready for him though, but my oldest sister Queen convinced her to let the men in blue do their job.  I, on the other hand, was downstairs trying to calm our guests down.  We never got to cut her cake or open her gifts. This was totally the most difficult situation I could imagine myself in.

 

Anyway, I don’t know how, but Leon managed to call me on the worst day of my life. He claimed the Holy Spirit had told him something was wrong. He came to my aid. I really thought he was being concerned about me, but to that lying scoundrel, it was just fair exchange for some good sex.