Therapy was going alright, although difficult, I had to deal with my past.
I even met someone online, she seemed decent, we spoke a couple of times and she asked me out.
Blue still stayed with me but would visit Beyonce often. Rumi and Papa were always with me and I thought of telling them that Beyonce won't be a part of their lives anymore.
I came home one evening and Rumi wasn't home, that got me worried. I tried calling but went straight to voicemail, her location was turned off.
Me- is she there with you?
Beyonce- what is your problem?
Me- Rumi is not home, her location is off and calls go straight to voicemail.
Beyonce- Rumi is not my concern remember?
Me- fuck you Beyonce, my daughter could be missing and you bring that up?!
Beyonce- okay
After 10 minutes ;
Beyonce- she's at Blue's apartment. Let her be. You may not realise it but you are pushing her away with your decisions.
Me- oh please like you make better decisions. Worry about yourself.
Beyonce- right
Our texts ended there
I called Blue who answered right away. "hi, is Rumi with you?" I asked "yeah, she's sleeping right now. What's going on? she came here with an uber and was crying none stop I finally got her to sleep in my bed" I was a terrible mom "she's safe with you that's all that matters right now" after asking how she was doing we ended the call.
My girlfriend came over, normally we'd stay in the car but the girls were not around so I invited her in. Papa was with his grandparents.
We had yet to be intimate, I was just not ready yet.
Was this my karma?
Her phone lit up while watching a movie and she was in the bathroom, imagine my shock when I found out that I was the other woman. I kicked her out of my house and life. Maybe I was destined to be alone and need to make peace with that.
Blue dropped Rumi a week later, school holidays were coming to an end. I had also fetched Papa from my parents not before being cornered by mom as she asked me about Beyonce. Apparently Papa mentioned she doesn't come around anymore and thinks it's his fault. Of course I just told my mom we had broken up that's all to it.
"Rumi get down her!" I was livid, she failed her maths test. What made me angry as the teacher said 'she purposely failed the test'
I showed her the paper and she looked uninterested. "what is your problem?" she grabbed it "just one bad result" I couldn't believe my ears, "are you trying to get smart with me?" she left the living room like i wasn't talking to her.
Her behaviour just got worse to a point were I called Beyonce. Who just declined my calls or ignored them.
I sent her a message instead
Me- Rumi is misbehaving and I don't know what to do anymore, please answer my calls.
She never replied. It wasn't until late night when I received a text from her telling me she is outside. I let her in, "hi, thank you for coming" I tried keeping my emotions in check. "call Rumi" she said as soon as she got inside.
She came back with me, "what's the meaning of this?" Rumi asked. "sit down, we need to talk" Beyonce went straight to the point. "you are not my mom I don't need to listen to you?!" she got up and ran to her room. Beyonce followed her to her room, opened it, got in and closed it, I stood behind the door listening, should I be worried? I ended up getting inside Rumi's room.
