I arrived at my parents’ house, much to my mom’s surprise I got in when she opened the door. “Where is dad?” he must have heard me knock, “right here” he said as I followed the voice
to lounge. “What brings you by, not that I am not happy to see you” he said as I took a sit and my mom sat next to him, she probably knew why I was here.
It was now or never, “The friend I brought with to your party, she’s not my friend. We are together as in dating” mom was expressionless and dad was shocked, “what do you mean?” my dad asked. “I am a Lesbian” I boldly told him, “what about…” he stopped himself “is it because of what happened?” he continued. “No, I knew since high school” a tear escaped my eye and he stood up and hugged me. “I should had introduced you to a girl” he told me and I cried, all I ever wanted was his acceptance.
My mom on the other end said nothing, guilt was eating her up. All along I thought my father would want nothing to do with me if he where to find out about my sexuality but turns out it was my mother. I couldn't even look at her.
“You should properly introduce her to us” my dad told me as I showed him photos of my Beyonce per his request. “Are you happy?” he asked, “very happy” and he said ‘good’. I came with a heavy heart and left with a light heart. I'll deal with my mom another day.
After that I wanted to surprise Beyonce at work so I picked up lunch on my way there. She was in
a meeting, so I waited in her office.
30 minutes later she got in her office, she was yet to notice me as her eyes were glued to some paperwork. “Hey…” I said to get her attention, she was surprised to see me there. “What are you doing here?” I ignored how harsh she sounded, “I got you lunch” I took out the food and put it on her desk. “You should leave, I’m busy” she said without looking at me and taking a sit, she sounded serious so I got up and left.
I tried not to cry in the car, the car she got for me on my birthday. I decided against going home and went to fetch Papa early from day care and he was happy to see me.
“Where is ma?” Blue asked me at the dinner table, it was around 7pm and Beyonce hadn’t come home. “She’s working late” it was a lie, I didn’t know where she was and Blue just nodded.
When dinner was finished I prepared Papa for bed, he didn’t want to sleep claiming that Beyonce always kisses him good night, after some convincing he finally fell asleep.
I waited for Beyonce in bed and when the clock strike 11pm, I couldn’t keep my eyes open and fell asleep. I felt the bed shift behind me and I opened my eyes to see her, it was just after 1am. Times like this I was so glad she didn’t drink. She tried to hold me but I pushed her away, she doesn’t get to
treat me the way she did and expect me to forgot it happened. I got out of bed and slept on the couch near the window.
Morning came and it was quite around the house, I slept in again. The house was empty meaning Beyonce took them to school again.
I got some work done around the house, got busy with some research and went to fetch Papa from day care. Too my surprise when I got there, the teacher said he didn’t come in today.
I immediately called Beyonce and she answered;
Me- Where is Papa?!
Beyonce- hello to you too
Me- where is he?
Beyonce- relax, his in my office.
Me- next time tell me; he is my child; do you know how worried I got?
Beyonce- of course his your child, you gave birth to him
Me- I- just tell him I said hi and I’ll see him later.
I ended the call.
Beyonce also fetched Blue and Rumi from school, I guess she was trying to make up for coming home late last night.
“Where were you last night?” I asked Beyonce. It was late at night, she was busy on her phone and I couldn’t sleep. “I was with Rihanna” she said not bothering to look up from her phone, “I told my parents about us” I told her and she just nodded. “Did you hear me?” I pressed, “Yes Onika, I heard you, what do you want me to say?”. I thought she’d be happy to hear that but I was wrong. I got out of bed not before throwing the blanket on her phone.
Things between Beyonce and I didn’t get any better. She became distant, hardly talked to me. She only came back in time for dinner to avoid questions from the kids. It hurt, I started questioning her love for me, was she tired of me already?
One Saturday night, I was in the bathtub crying. It had been a month since the party. I heard the bathroom door open, I quickly wiped my tears and composed myself. Beyonce came in and sat on the edge of the tub, “are you okay?” she asked while looking me in the eyes. I didn’t answer her and looked the other way, she took off her clothes on got in the tub behind me, I didn't want her holding me but my body didn't put up a fight and let her.
“I am so sorry, I’ve been selfish and I can see how badly I treated you. Forgive me love” she said while
holding me tightly. Like a fool in love I just nodded if anything I needed her and after we bathed the rest of the night was spent talking with our bodies
The next morning Beyonce made me breakfast in bed and my mood for rest of the day was great.
