ENOUGH!

The Re-marriage

It's been six years since my father died. I often wondered how my mom felt about the whole thing. I guess I knew. Every time I ever brought him up to talk about how I felt she would cry, nobody wants to see there mom cry so I just stopped talking about him and how I felt.
Even though she beat me I still had love for her and cared about her feelings. Sometimes I could tell by the looks on her face she was lonely. Even though I tried my best I couldn't give her the type of love she was yearning for. She needed a man and I wasn't the only one who noticed.
One day my mom and I went to my cousin Bertha's house. She was having a Christian get together she's a Jehovah's Witness as well.

"Hey Monica, hey Chris. Aren't you getting big, just as handsome as you want to be." she said as we walked through the door.

"Thank you" I responded

"Hey girl, how you doing?" My mom greeted.

"Girl nothing just trying to get things in order here. The pizza delivery is late and you know what that means!"

"FREE PIZZA!" They both said in unison.

"So is he here?" My mom asked.

I'm ten, and at this age I was very nosey so I was listening to everyone's conversation.

"Yes girl right over there"

She pointed to a 6'2" bald dark skinned man sitting in the living room associating with the others in the room.

"That's him" she said with a slick disgusted look on her face.

"Yes. Don't make that face! And be nice Monica you know how you are"

"What you mean. Im always nice."

Bertha, and I looked at her with the same look like we all know that was a lie. I stuck to her side because I didn't know anyone there. We slowly made our way over the man Bertha pointed at earlier.

"Hi." my mom said

"Hi. I'm Albert, what's your name?"

"I'm Monica"

"Well nice to meet you Monica. What congregation do you go to?"

"I go to South Peachtree congregation, how about you?"

"I go to Darby's place congregation."

"Oh ok we have had a couple brothers from that hall now where is that hall at?"

They seemed to go on and on. My mom has dated before so I knew her type and this man was no where close. He had to have had money because I couldn't fathom what interest she had in him, but hey her relationship not mine.

"Oh and this is my son Devyn." ,

"Well hello there Mr. Devyn."

I waved hello but didn't speak. I was shy and didn't know this man who was trying to get at my mama. She gave me a piercing look. One of those looks I always get before I get a beating. Once again I wasn't sure what I had done, but I was sure before the night was over I would know.

"Well it was nice talking to you. I'm going to start making my way home. I have to get up early." She said as we made our way to the door.

I had been ready to go all night, but after that look I was practically ready to move in.

"Alright Monica I'll give you a call ok. I enjoyed it. I enjoyed you." Albert just mentioned before we left.

"I enjoyed it as well"

We made our way to the car. I knew I had a slap coming my way. Surprisingly she didn't touch me, but she was silent the whole way home.
We finally got home after the longest ride I've ever had.

"Go take your bath and get ready for bed" My mom said in a calm yet creepy voice.

"Ok mom" I replied in a fragile voice.

I ran my bath and washed up. I reached for my towel but it wasn't there like it usually is and I know I hadn't moved it. I went to go get one as I made a step outside the bathroom a leather belt made contact with the head of my penis.

"Ahhhhh" I screamed as I fell to the ground. Even though I was consistently being hit on my wet back and neck the only thing that hurt was my penis. I immediately gave way to tears. I laid on my side, and curled up in a ball avoiding her hitting my face and crotch.

"When someone speak to you to speak you don't wave I taught you better than that!!" She screamed as she continued to beat me. "Keep playing wit me! You a fool ain't no way I would be getting whoopings like this. You Stupid!"

Twenty licks later the beating was finally over.

"Now go get ready for bed and I Better not hear no crying neither." She spoke harshly.

I slowly crawled my way back to my room. My body hurt so bad, I grabbed my bed to pull myself up then I got some underwear and a t-shirt on and cried myself to sleep.

As the months went on my mom dated Albert. They seemed to be in love. I liked him but I wasn't in love with him. I basically just pretended I was for my moms sake, not that she deserved it but I figured maybe if she had someone to make her happy she wouldn't beat me so much.

Over the course of 6 months they started talking about marriage. I didn't know what was a long time or what was a short time, but it was their decision.
He finally proposed to her at Red Lobster after one Sunday meeting. He had them put her ring in her shrimp Alfredo which was the most nasty and lame thing he could've done. She almost cracked her whole tooth on it but she surely went in that bathroom and rinsed it off and put it right on that finger.

They finally set the date, had all aspects of the wedding set. Their date was June 10, 2006

When everyone found out the news they were very surprised. They had only dated 6 months. They knew each other pretty well but not enough to get married. It felt very rushed, but they were determined to be together.