6 months later we were in a better place. Rumi had moved back in and had gotten her act right. Blue lived in her apartment, and Beyonce was still living in her apartment as well, she wanted us to take things slow.
It's like nothing ever goes right. Safaree who I haven't seen in a while decided to show up.
We were out having dinner and catching up. He dropped me off not before kissing me, which took me by surprise. I pulled back "what are you doing?" I asked. "I'm sorry for not being clear with my intentions" I couldn't think straight "I think you should leave" he left the doorway and I got in exhaled the air I didn't realise I was holding.
My thoughts suddenly went to Beyonce, did I cheat on her? I didn't even tell her I was going out with Safaree. I decided not to tell her and instead text Safaree.
Me- I think it would be best if we put an end to this supposed friendship, cause clearly you want more.
Safaree- give me a chance to be your man.
I ignored the reply and blocked his number.
After a couple of days he decided to show up at my place. The kids were at Blue's place and Beyonce told me she'd working late tonight.
"what are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I opened the door, big mistake. He let himself in "I just needed to see you and talk" instead of kicking him out I lead him to the couch. "what's there to talk about" I asked as I sat opposite him. "I apologise for kissing without asking first but I'm not sorry I did".
I should had kicked him instead I decided to hear him out hoping he'd say whatever was on his mind and go, how foolish of me.
It wasn't until I heard Beyonce's car pull up that I panicked. safaree didn't hear it but did something worse, he came up to me and kissed me. To stunned to react, that was how Beyonce found us in the living room. I quickly released myself from his grip and turned to face her, the look of heartbreak followed by disgust consumed her and she left the house just as quickly as she came.
I kicked Safaree out.
I tried calling Beyonce, but she ignored my calls after a while they wouldn't go through. It was late at night and didn't want to drive in this state. I was an emotional mess.
Saturday morning came and I tried calling her but still my calls wouldn't go through. I got ready and went to her place. Security let me in since I went there often. I knocked on her door but there was no response, I used the spare she gave me and got in.
She was asleep with a bottle on the nightstand, but it look untouched. "Beyonce..." I was afraid of touching her so I just called out her name. She woke up, saw me and got up from the bed. She went to do her morning routine without acknowledging me.
I figured I'd clean a bit while waiting on her "don't fuckin' touch my things!" she yelled and I let go quickly. "sorry, I was just..." I got up and looked everywhere but her. "give me my keys back..." she spoke to harshly. I extended my hand she grabbed the keys, grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. "never set your foot in my place" I in return held her arm tightly "Beyonce please hear me out, it's not what you think it was" she looked at and "where you tired of my tongue and fingers that you wanted the real thing?" I was so hurt by what she said "I'll go..." I left her place crying.
I was so mad at Safaree more especially myself, after kicking him out that night, I threatened to have charges pressed against him if he ever came within 6 feet of my presence and it seemed to work. He stayed away.
I had to make peace with the fact that maybe me and Beyonce are not meant to be. Whenever we try to fix things something always happens. We are better of coparenting.
The girls came back on Sunday evening. Somehow Rumi sensed something was wrong "let me guess, you guys broke up again" I felt ashamed that even my daughter would come to that conclusion.
"Go get ready for school tomorrow" I told her and she left the dining room.
I was in my room when I got a message from Beyonce.
Beyonce this is me officially letting you go, you are free to do whatever you want. I'll still come by to see the kids.
Me: okay
Deep down I was hurt, that she wouldn't let me explain. But couldn't blame her, she saw us. I only have myself to blame.
Days turned to weeks and I could say I was in a better place. I focused on my business and kids. My love life was non existence, which was better that way. Rumi was well behaved, Papa was healthy and I couldn't ask for more. As for Beyonce, she played her part in the kids lives.
This was her weekend to take the kids, I found out from them that she bought a new house. I had yet to see it, not that I wanted too.
Beyonce arrived around 6pm, she hardly set foot in my house unless when Papa was asleep and tonight he was asleep. They came in through the garage door, while he carried Papa and Rumi had their bags.
"hi Rumi, Beyonce..." I greeted them, they looked tired. Rumi was basically sleep walking, I helped her to her room and Beyonce brought Papa to his.
After a while she came down "what got them tired?" I asked out of curiosity. "shopping for house necessities" she said, "I see..." she nodded and went to garage and I followed her. Her phone rang and she answered while getting in the car. She pulled out without saying goodbye, I won't lie but I felt somehow.
I came to the realisation that I never once told Beyonce of my past, she might had made up her conclusion with how I behaved. She also saw my scars and never asked how I got them. There won't ever be a need to tell her anything. My parents still root for us but to be honest, I'm good.
Monday came and after dropping the kids at school I went to the doctor, my monthly check up. I was in good health and thankful for that, I although I'll never be able to carry a child to term. I had made peace with it, it's not like I wanted any more kids.
Something was on my mind the whole afternoon when Papa asked me about some woman in Beyonce's life, to say I was surprised was an understatement.
So I sent her a text
Me- Papa asked me something this morning
Beyonce- what?
Me- who is Ciara?
Beyonce- someone I'm seeing
Me- you mean hooking up with? has she been around my kids?
Beyonce- no I'm not stupid enough to bring people around the kids.
Me- how come he knows of her?
Beyonce- just say whatever it is that you want to say.
Me- I don't appreciate you having strangers around my kids, let it not happen again or we'd have to stop this coparenting.
Beyonce- seems like you've already made up your mind.
Me- I mean it Giselle.
Beyonce- fine.
Me- what do you mean fine?
Beyonce- whatever you say or decide is fine by me. You are their mother after all. I'm done dancing to the beat of your drum. If you don't want me in your kid's lives then fine. Stop trying to look for excuses to not have me around them.
Me- Yes I don't want you in their lives but that's not up to me, I can't force them. But I'll be damned if I hear about your hookups from my kids.
She never replied, she can sleep around all she wants but I won't have my kids asking me about her hookups.
