One Less Problem (BWWM)

Mother v.s. Daughter

*Sasha & her family in the m,m*

Stepping in behind Gerald, I inhale the lovely scent of whatever my mother is cooking. "Daddy why are you lying?! You know that last piece was mine!" Nisey yells rushing down the staircase behind our father. He snorts and rolls his eyes. I swear him and Nisey are arch nemesis."This my house girl! I paid for that refrigerator, which means anything that I want out of it I can have." I clear my throat trying to make my presence know. They both stop arguing and look over at me. "Sasha what are you doing here?" They both ask at the same time. "I came to see mom." Nisey gawks at me while my father looks as if he's trying to read me. "What's going on Sasha?" He ask. "Nothing dad, I can't speak to mom?" Our father gives Gerald a look that says "go upstairs". I guess he can tell why I came to talk to her. "Breakfast is ready!" I hear my mother call out. Sighing, I walk into the dining room before anyone else. "Sasha, how nice of you to join us." She says sarcastically with her back turned towards me. Nisey snickers while I roll my eyes, before taking a seat at the table. "Nisey! Go tell Jr and your father to bring their asses. I didn't cook for nothing." Eyeing me, she walks towards my end of the table and takes a seat next to me. "What are you doing here Sasha? You haven't ate breakfast with us in years, you eating that Starbucks instead of your mothers good home cooked meals." She snorts and stares at me like I have shit on my face. "Momma we need to talk." She looks at suspiciously as if she doesn't know that I know she's been talking to Jason."Talk about what?" She reaches for a piece of toast and starts to butter it. Right on cue my stomach growls. Cursing myself, I stare into her eyes and watch her smirk. " I see someone's hungry."

Mentally rolling my eyes I look away from her and see my dad standing in the doorway. " Susan, why you make all this? I said I wasn't..." She eyes him and makes him shut up. "Gerald sit down and eat honey. It'll get cold if you don't." She says between gritted teeth. "Momma I'm bout to go!" Nisey and Jr yell at the same time. "Ha, y'all both better come sit down. Besides Sasha has something she wants to tell us. Right Sasha?" She look at me while piling eggs and grits on her plate. My father mumbles some words that shall not be mentioned. I don't see how my mother and him are still together. "Um, yea, I have something that needs to be said. You guys should go along with it too." I snort making my mother look at me stunned. "What are you talking about Sasha?" My dad asks pulling my attention away from my mothers glaring eyes. "I'm talking about mom butting into my love life. My life period." Nisey and Gerald along with our father look at me with surprised expressions. "I wouldn't have to but in it if you weren't being childish holding a grudge against a man that actually wants you and loves you." I scoff and roll my eyes. "Are you serious right now?!" She laughs and shakes her head. "You damn right I am! All your life I've tried to do what's best for you and your little uppity ass has never appreciated it." She snorts."What's best for me?! You mean what's best for your ass." I spit at her. "Sasha!" My dad yells trying to intervene but I'm not having it. "No daddy, she needs to hear what I have to say. I might be the middle child but that doesn't mean I'm gonna let her run my life anymore now that I am grown. I'm old enough to make my own decisions." My mother just laughs while shaking her head.

"You really think you're cable of making your own decisions? Why did you even choose Jason in the first place? Isn't he the guy I set you up with?" Flaring my nostrils,I glare at the woman I'm supposed to call mother and feel nothing but hatred. "Mom, Sasha, it's not this serious. Come on you guys;lets just sit here and eat breakfast like a normal family." Nisey says finally speaking up. "I'm not here to eat. I'm here to tell her stay out of my love life. Heck my life period. I'm sick of her thinking she can control me and my life. I'm 23 years old not 16. I'm a grown ass woman;everything I own I paid for my damn self. Where was she when I was trying to buy my house? I'll wait." No one speaks up, so I shake my head and start to gather my pursue. "If you leave don't come back." My mother says as I'm walking towards the door. "Gladly!" I yell back before walking out, slamming he door behind me.