The Father

The Interview

June, 2010

I had been dealing with fame for a couple of months at this point. I was used to it. I actually kinda liked it. Fame had its ups and downs. The pros is that I'm known. I got to meet Ray and all that shit. He's an actual treasure, he talked a lot about Cliff's childhood and how he was the sweetest kid. It made me smile, but it also made me feel horrible on the fact that I never saw him alive. He wasn't at my birth, and wasn't ever there for the first two years of my life. It's not because he was a deadbeat, he just simply didn't know I existed as my mom bolted out and never contacted him when she found out.

A con is just that I have no privacy. Everyone just wants to know what you're doing every second of the day. I've kinda gotten used to it but it's still so annoying. I can' do anything without it being reported. I can't say I miss my quiet life, but I can't say I enjoy fame either.

Today I have a big interview with CNN. I had been In Atlanta to visit my husbands family when a news lady found me and asked for an interview that would be published in newspapers all over America. I was kinda excited for it. The world can know my feelings about this.

When I entered the studio, I was greeted by lots of friendly interns. It felt so surreal. I sat down in a chair and was met by another news lady who was doing the interview. She asked me all of these actually decent questions. It was clear that she had done her homework. 

The next day, the interview was published in all of the newspapers across America. I did not regret a single thing I said. Which to me, made it kick ass. Was fame getting to me? I wasn't sure. But right now, I wanted a nice simple party.

This morning, I saw Erik reading paper, I peered closely and saw that he was reading my interview. So of course I ran up to him and asked how it was.

"It's great honey" he said with a genuine smile. "I fucking love how honest you are about these things"

"I love that about me too" I chuckled 

He got up from his chair and walked up to me, putting his hands on my arms and making these faces. I knew exactly what he wanted to do.

"Hmm, I guess so" I said trying to keep a straight face.

"Great"

As we were walking to the bedroom, he already had removed his shirt. "Oh honey I can't deal with that right now" I said sarcastically

"That's good" he chuckled.

He grabbed the door handle, letting me inside first. And locked the door to glory.