Post by Sweet Meat aka CC on Mar 15, 2004 22:13:52 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"I never knew why I told you all the lies/And everytime you cry/It made me realize/I'd be lying to myself if I told you I can do it without you babe"--Tyrese: Bring You Back My Way[/glow]
“Gran’ma! We’re gettin’ ready to take Cujo for a walk!”, I yelled from the kitchen as my 7-year-old daughter, Chastity, and I were heading over to the backdoor.
“Okay, baby! Yall be careful!”, Gran’ma yelled back from her bedroom.
“Yes ma’am! C’mon, boo.”, I smiled at Chastity while helping her down the steps which led out into the fenced-in backyard. After making sure the door was locked behind us, I walked over to my grandmother’s large, gray and white, 4-year-old Siberian Husky that Gran’pa had bought for them when he was still a puppy.
Speaking of Gran’pa, he died a little over two months ago from prostate cancer which is why I moved back home to be with Gran’ma so she wouldn’t be alone. After all, she and Gran’pa were responsible for raising me since my mother was fifteen when I was born. However, when I was about three years old, she met some big time club owner and moved to NY with him and that’s when my grandparents stepped in to take care of me from then on.
Even though my momma left me at a young age, she has always kept in touch with me to this very day. And she’s forever sending Chastity all sorts of toys, clothes, and games the same way she used to do with me when I was growing up.
Now for a lil’ background history on my baby’s father. He’s what I now like to call a “pretty n!gga” named Boris. We were from two different worlds from the jump. I’m ghettofabulous and proud of it while he was and still is Mr. Spoiled Rich Kid who’s employed as a Sr. Analyst for a well-known engineering firm. However, the first night we met while I was a part-time evening waitress at Starbucks, it’s like we had been friends for years. Needless to say, it wasn’t long before I moved out of Gran’ma and Gran’pa’s place to move in with him in a suburb of LA while continuing to work and go to school in the day time to become a hairstylist…BIG MISTAKE!
It wasn’t long before I found out I was pregnant with Chastity when Boris started tripping like crazy. He began to stay out every night until late and he always had the “I had to work late” excuse ready for me when I questioned him about his whereabouts.
I must admit that I held on to every last ounce of hope for our relationship until I called in sick to work one night so that I could drive out to his job with my cousin's car that he let me borrow so I wouldn't be noticed. I had had enough of Boris' excuses and needed to find out for myself what was going on. But now I know what the phrase means that Gran’ma used to always tell me when I was growing up: “Don’t go lookin’ for somethin’ that you know nothin’ about because you may not like what you find out”. That was the case for this particular night.
I parked across the street from his job and waited for him to come out to his ride which he did around 6:45. From there, I followed him to a plush hotel out in Burbank.
While I sat in my parked car across the busy street with my 5 ½ month pregnant belly literally jammed up under the steering wheel, I watched Boris as he climbed out of his SUV and gave the valet his key to park it. For several minutes, I watched as mostly couples walked in and out of the hotel. However, I noticed when a sleek silver-colored Porsche pulled up in front of the hotel close to twenty minutes later. A cocoa-complexioned, fake titty having, model-type looking female with a jet-black quick weave stepped out of the car dressed in a clingy red pantsuit. That’s when my nosiness got the best of me. I shimmied my way out of the car and quickly waddled across the street and into the hotel lobby.
When one of the hotel employees asked if he could help me, I snapped “no” at him while standing off to the side as I watched the female I was following walk into the lounge. Close to maybe two or three minutes later, she and Boris came out arm-in-arm while heading over to the elevator.
Now I know you may be wondering if I put my ghettofabulous ways to good use. Well I didn’t because I couldn’t risk going to jail while pregnant as well as break my mother and grandparents’ hearts. besides, just because I can be hood with mine didn’t mean that I was one to fight over ANY man.
But I did make my presence known. I walked over to Boris, cussed him out in a calm manner without bringing any attention to ourselves and told the ho he was with that she could have him. Afterwards, I went back to his place, packed up what I could and drove back down to Watts to live with Gran’ma and Gran’pa until after Chastity was born.