Changes.

Chapter 1

Be prepared to find the good in the bad. When a challenge occurs, figure out what you're meant to learn from it.

7:00 a.m.

Here I was, laying here, knowing damn well I should be getting up and getting myself ready for work. Yet, I just can't push myself to get up. I am tired. Mentally drained.

"Get your ass up, aint no time to daydream when I'm hungry," the voice made my stomach turn. I have been dating Javon for two years. The first year was a great one. He made me happy, we traveled, we enjoyed each other. Then things just turned terrible. He moved himself in then "lost" his job. You know when they say, "a nigga with no money is a angry one", well Javon was the definition of that. Since he lost his job, he's always angry at any and everything. Well, I'm done. 

"I know you hear me."

"Javon, I get up and go to work every morning. Every morning, you come in here saying the \same thing. You couldn't eat wherever your coming from?", I said, getting up. I walked into the bathroom to do my morning hygiene. This was every morning just as I said. 

No change. I mean I know I'm done with him but why am I not letting go?

"Quit questioning me my nigga, just do what the fuck I said. I was out making plays. I'm tired of repeating myself every time I see your ugly ass," he said. 

Ugly? Who the fuck is he talking to? Not me. Can't be.

Woorrrrrrkkkkkkk. I decided to ignore him and continue getting ready for work. He could save the lies for another time. I know his ass has been selling small time. Though I wasn't in the streets, I kept my ear to them, heavily. Javon has been standing on the block these past few weeks. He has been leaving little money here and there around the house but at this point it sits in my drawer piling up. 

Enough of that though, let me introduce myself. 

My name is Shya Thomas but I like to be called Shy. I am 26 years old and I am currently working as a Chief Financial Officer for a great business. I have been doing this for sometime but its not what I would like to do for the rest of my life. I grew up with my grandparents doing everything they could to make sure I had what I needed. We weren't rich or anything but we were happy and alive. My father passed before I was even born. I don't know much about him and I don't think about it. My egg donor on the other hand.... well she is something. I hate that lady with a passion and she hates me, we'll leave it at that. 

I was walking out the door for work when my phone began to ring. It was my bestfriend, Aliyah facetiming. 

"Hi Lee, I miss you soooo much," I smiled into the phone. She has been my bestfriend since forever and I don't know what my life would be with her.

"Heyyyy Shy Shy, I miss you too even if we were just together yesterday. You heading to work,  yet?" 

"Yes, I just left out the house. Tell me why this nigga won't get it through his head that I ain't going to cater to his stupid broke ass," I ranted. This was our conversation every morning, and she'd always say the same thing.

"Girl, I don't know why your bothering with the help anyway. Jasha said she seen him outside last night sitting there with a bunch of niggas and bitches. He don't got shit going for himself but you do. Choose better. A nigga only gone do what you allow. Fuck that though, let's go turn up tonight."

"I think I will. I need a drink. What time?"

"Be ready by 9, gotta go love you."