Waking up this morning with Tiffany in my arms felt like heaven. I love the way her skin feels up against mine. I fucked up when we were together back in the day. I was still young and trying to fuck as much as I could. I wasn't as trusting of women either. My mother was a crazy bitch. Just woke up one day, and decided that she didn't want to be alive anymore. The crazy thing is that the bitch wanted me to die with her.
I woke up to her stabbing me in the stomach. She got me twice before I could tackle her down and the guards were in the room pulling her out. I was only twelve. When my dad returned home, he beat her ass and asked her why she did it. Her only response, 'I didn't want to die alone.' He kept her locked up for years after that, but one day she lucked up and found some pills and overdosed. I didn't cry for her. I never looked at her the same after she stabbed me.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing really. Thinking about the woman who gave birth to me."
"I have never heard you say that before, is everything okay?"
"Everything is okay, but I'm worried about Lay."
"Why?"
I looked at her because I sensed a little hostility coming from her.
"What do you mean why? Aren't you worried about your friend?"
"I am but, it seems like you are more in sync with her since she started having these attacks. I saw you carrying her to the bed before the twins came. It's like you zoned everything out and you were just fully devoted to her."
"Tiff, are you jealous?"
I think it's cute that she's jealous but we don't need another person misunderstanding how people interact with Lay.
"I'm not jealous but it makes me wonder if there's something more going on with you and her. I know she's been in your life for longer than I have, but I don't want to get my hopes high again and you hurt me. Especially not for you falling for my best friend."
"What did I tell you when I put that ring on your finger? I'm not going to hurt you again baby. Especially not with your best friend and my little sister. I'm ready to be with you and only you.
Both our moms took their lives. That's hard to deal with. Everyone around you says how sorry they are for your loss and how you will be able to pick up and move on, but that's it. They don't understand the mental angst and pain we have to go through.
For all of you, once the dirt was on the casket that was the end of it. For us, we have to wonder why we weren't enough? Did they not love us enough? Did we not love them enough? Why wasn't fighting and staying alive for us enough? No one who hasn't lived through it can understand that. I was there for her after Maize died, I've been there for her all these years and I'll continue to be there. Because at the end of the day, she is there for me and she's the only person who knows my struggles too."
She's looking like she's hurt by what I said. I pull her into my lap on the couch and she straddles me. I grab her chin and make her look at me.
"Tiffany, I love you more than anything. You are my world. It took me far too long to realize it, but baby now that I know, I'm not losing you. Even if you decide to leave, I'm leaving with you and I'm killing mothafuckas this time. You are my life, my wife and I can't wait until you are waddling around here with a round belly, waking me up in the middle of the night for some stupid ass snack that you won't even want anymore when I get back. I'm ready for our forever.
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Unconditional Love
General Fiction'You can't have a testimony, without a test.' How much heartache can one person have before enough is enough? Layla has had the best and worst experiences a woman can ever imagine. As soon as she thinks she has found peace, her world is turn upsid...
