Pam's Wedding

Pamela

I watched the lights on my bedroom wall. I was looking for my daughter's father to show up from work. It was way past midnight and I didn't know where he was. I hadn't heard from him since this morning. This was driving me up a wall. I made the decision to be with him and only him. I left my husband to be with him. He was only 18 and I was 25. It sounds crazy....that's the only way to describe it. Crazy. But I had this overwhelming feeling for him, about him, and it was more than lust. Never had I encountered someone so confident and smart. But he still possessed that bad boy edge every girl dreamed about. Yes he's a cheater But I stick it out, because a man that fine with a Harvard Law degree is worth fighting over.

But I just didn't know if all the fighting now was still worth it. I met him in 1983, and here we are at the top of 1994. He still hasn't given me a ring, and he never brings up marriage. We weren't in Boston any longer, we had moved to hell, or Houston as the rest of the US calls it. I hated it here. It was hot and muggy, shit even on Christmas. But the weather only added fuel to the hate flame.

I hated Victor's family. I hated his friends and damn sure hated being cheated on constantly. I was truly fed up at this point. I looked at the red numbers on my digital clock and shook my head, 2:34 A.M. I had to be up in less than four hours. I covered myself in my comforter and looked at my sleeping babies. Summer and Amber were 7, and Garren was 6, their stupid ass daddy's space was empty in our bed.

By the time I drifted into a good sleep the alarm was sounding. I made my girls a hot breakfast and then I got them dressed for school. About a half hour later I was dropping them at school.

"Bye girls." I said to them. They were growing up so fast and my dumbass boyfriend was missing out. He always claimed he was so busy. He was an assistant D.A. I hated Houston, I hated that I was in limbo with him. He didn't want to come home at night. He didn't want to marry me, what the fuck were we doing. I had three of his babies. I had let this clown talk me into sending my oldest daughter to a boarding school in Dallas. I had every reason to pack our shit, and leave. I could go back home to Atlanta and work for my girl Romanda. Her show was doing incredibly well, and her brand was growing every day. I know I would fit in somewhere.

I stopped at the red light, and stared at the side street. I turned down it to head to his mothers. She was a bitch and always covering up for his dumbass. But I knew by showing up un-announced I would have a head start on the games they liked to play. Sometimes he would spend the night there with his whores. A lot of times his whores were his sister's friends.

I stopped my Land Cruiser in front of her brick home. I saw him getting into his silver Camaro. He was dressed in his work clothing, and as he backed out of his mother's drive way, I blew my horn. He looked directly into my face. We stared at each other. I unbuckled my seat belt quickly and opened my car door. As I made it around the front of my truck he pulled away quickly.

"VICTOR!" I shouted as his Camaro roared into the busy intersection. I shook my head in defeat. Why do I try? I headed for my car and as I did so I watched his momma and sister as they conversed with some young girl dressed in business attire. I recognized her from the Christmas party. She was so nice, she was the last girl I was expecting to cheat with Victor.

"Excuse me." she said nervously as she adjusted her suitcase strap. Rage began to fill up inside of me.

"You just fucked my daughter's father all night? And all you have to say is excuse me?!" I shouted for the entire neighborhood to hear. She twisted her mouth up in disappointment and continued to walk away. I snatched her bone white shoe from her hand and tossed it right at her face.

"Ouch." She whined. She rushed towards me and my hands ran threw her weave. I began to snatch tracks from her head as she attempted to stop me.

"Pam! Pam!" I heard his big heavy ass momma shout. I watched her large high yellow frame as it seemed to roll off her front steps. "Stop girl." She said grabbing my arm. What was wrong with her? This woman was sleeping with my damn boyfriend. She should be helping me. I was the mother of her granddaughters. So I slapped her. I slapped her as hard as I could.

"Bitch now I know you fucking stupid." Victor's sister said punching my face over and over, then she grabbed me by the shirt and shoved me into the girls pink Ford Aspire. She slapped me across the face. "Keep your fucking hands off my momma! She ain't got shit to do with you and Vic's problems!" his sister shouted. I began to cry as shame filled my body. All 5'10 of me slid down the side of the girl's car. I sobbed and they stared. They offered no comfort to my sorrow. They didn't care that I turned my back on my family to give their brother and son a chance at a good life. His mother couldn't do it. She was beautician with her own shop, but she didn't know any of the high brow people I knew to get him into those snooty clubs and helped him succeed in those interviews for his snooty ass schools.

I had his babies, back to back, with no support from them or him for that matter. He reminded me every day that I was slowing him down, even though I paid all the bills. I would give him my daughter's child support check sometime. He was so ungrateful, they all were.

"Veronica. I gotta get to work. I'll come in around 1." The girl said getting into her car. I stood up and walked across her green front yard as they stared on. I got into my truck.

"Bitch don't follow my momma's client either!" Paris shouted as I started my truck. I stuck up my middle finger just as Victor's mom Pomeranian, Trashy came running out of the house. He darted at my truck and then he disappeared. I hated his little ass too, I thought to myself as I drove forward.

"CRUNCH!" I heard loudly under my tire. My mouth fell open as all 400 pounds of Veronica fell to her knees in the front yard. I backed up to see what I had run over. Hoping to God it wasn't that little stupid dog. I hated it, but I wouldn't harm it on purpose. This time, there was no crunch, just a big bump under my tires. Yeah it was something there.

His sister began grabbing at my door handles and beating on my windows. Oh well! Trashy was a cute ass dog, but I assume this was karma for letting her son be so damn disrespectful. I drove away and back home.