Yes, I’m finally free!!!!! Oh my bad for my outburst. Let me introduce myself. Until a couple of hours ago, I was Glow Monroe but now that my divorce was made final earlier today, I’ve gone back to my maiden name of Whitaker. And no, for the record I’m not joking about my first name being Glow. Hey, can I help that my momma took the ghetto approach to naming me after what she said I made her do for the first time when she was carrying me? Just stay with me here so I can continue with my introduction.
Anyway, the reason why I’m so happy about finally being free is because I married my controlling and cheating ex-husband, Tyrone, when we were both 19 and since we’re both going on 32 now, it would have made us live in anything but marital bliss for 11 and a half years until I had finally had enough of being treated as if I were his child instead of his wife.
I mean, yeah he always made sure we had a nice home to live in with nice things to go along with it since he became the owner of his own architectural business that was passed down to him from his father once he graduated college, but all the material stuff didn’t mean a damn thing to me because I was miserable.
Although I was allowed to finish my college education majoring in Business Administration with a minor in Public Relations, Tyrone wouldn’t allow me to work. As far as I was concerned his ass might as well have been James Evans because during the course of our marriage, he always drilled into my head that I only belonged in two places…”THE KITCHEN AND THE BEDROOM, FLORIDA, THE KITCHEN AND THE BEDROOM!” As far as the bedroom half, it wasn’t my fault that he couldn’t give me any kids after I lost the first one which was the reason we got married in the first place. Anyhoo, it’s a good thing that THAT only took a good five minutes, sometimes maybe 5 and-a-half out of my boring existence of 24 hours a day whenever Tyrone remembered to bring his trifling, blank-shooting ass home.
But oh yeah! Now I’se as free as Bobby Brown on a good day and ready to celebrate with my younger sis, Michelle and our cousins, Tiondra and Shelina who are sisters. Along with celebrating my newfound freedom, we’re also celebrating the fact that earlier in the week I was promoted from administrative assistant to an A&R exec down at K Records where I’ve been employed for the past year after Tyrone and I separated. Tonight my girls and I are going to “Open Mic” night at a popular club downtown called “To the Max”. It’s like I’ma be working and having fun at the same time scouting out some new talent for the label. Ahhhhhhhh…now THIS is the life! That reminds me, I have to finish getting ready because Michelle will be here in a lil’ bit to pick me up; that is if her husband of 4 months, Mark, will let the girl get away. They get on my damned nerves being so lovey-dovey even though they are right crute together. Besides, I know how it once felt to be a newlywed so I’m not gonna hate too much because if babygirl is happy with her man, then I’m happy with her.
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"What up, my niglets?!", I joked as I approached Michelle’s SUV that was blasting Jill Scott’s “Whatever”.
“Girl, juss get’cho ghetto-butt in here and shut up!”, she smirked with a roll of her eyes.
“I know right! Always gotta be callin’ somebody names with her foolish self!”, Tiondra laughed with a shake of her head.
“By the way, how’s Tweety Bird doin’?”, I grinned as I turned around to look at her after getting myself situated in my seatbelt.
“Okay, I done told your dumb tail one time that my baby ain’t no damned Tweety Bird! His name is Ta-Mir!”
“Nooooooo…it’s Twee-ty!”, I teased while reaching in the back to give Shelina a high-five on it.
“And what’s your man’s name again?”, Tiondra snapped while glaring at me.
“C’mon, yall…this is supposed to be a fun night.”, Michelle sighed while trying not to laugh as she started backing out of my driveway.
“Fuck it…I can’t help if her man is Tweety Bird.”, I replied with a loud suck of my teeth. Out of nowhere Shelina burst out laughing.
“I know you ain’t laughin’ when that nigga of yours gotta make TWO trips when you tell him to haul ass because he got so gotdamn much of it!”
This time around, both Michelle and I fell out as she came to an abrupt stop right at the end of the driveway while leaning over on the steering wheel.
“Look, don’t hate because Omari juss happens to be blessed with a lil’ extra!”, Shelina snapped.
“A lil’ extra MY ass! That nigga could carry a whoooooooole tabletop on his.”, Tiondra laughed.
“Time! I’ma need for yall to stop all of this madness!”, Michelle laughed harder while wiping away tears of laughter.
“Oh you juss don’t want nobody to say nothin’ about your man, ‘Mr. When-Dye-Jobs-Go-Wrong’!”, I laughed.
“Okay, say one more thing and the same way you climbed in my ride is the same way your crazy ass will be limpin’ out!”, she warned.
“Whateva, slut!”, I smirked before we all talked and joked around on our way to the club.
[glow=yellow,1,200]***For 1nce, more of this is comin' sooner than you think***[/glow]
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