Teach Me a Lesson

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Beyoncé and I sat in the back of Tina's car, both with attitudes. My arms crossed over my chest and I mugged the air, trying to ignore Beyoncés huffing and puffing beside me.

Tina groaned, "Oh shut up!"

"Momma I told you I didn't want to do this!" Bey argued and my eyes rolled even hearing her voice.

"I don't give a damn! Yall damn kids are about to be thirty still acting like you're 19. I'll be damned to have Azari and the twins around this bullshit." She waved us off.

Tina did threaten to drag us out of the house if we didn't willingly go to this therapy and that's exactly what she did. I didn't expect it but she had Beyoncé's dad take Zari while she forced Beyoncé and I to get ready.

Bey hadn't left my house for three days and I couldn't understand why because all we did was be at each other's necks the entire time she was at my place.

She would talk her shit and we'd argue but she'd still find her way into my bed at night and I'd allow her to.

But this morning I was fed up with the bullshit. She was way too okay with us going down this route again and I didn't understand why, especially since our daughter could see all of it.

I couldn't put all the blame on her though, I wasn't innocent. My friends were right, I was addicted to Beyoncé and it was starting to fuck with me mentally. It felt like I was allowing her to disrespect me.

"Mom we're fine, couples argue all the time." Beyoncé huffed, falling back in her seat. "Right, Onika?"

I glared at her, telling her to shut up with my eyes.

My therapist has worked wonders for me over the years and I wasn't 100% against this couples therapy thing.

"See she doesn't agree with you." Tina glanced at me through the mirror.

"Onika say something."

"It won't kill us so," I shrugged, "We obviously have some things to get over."

Beyoncé squinted her eyes at me, "You're supposed to agree with me."

"Ms Tina please get your daughter." I groaned, rubbing my stomach. "I really wanna know who raised her 'cause it couldn't have been you."

"I agree." Tina nodded. "Beyoncé I think you need your own therapist as well. You see how it helped Onika all these years?"

Bey sucked her teeth, "Ain't shit help that girl she broke my phone a few days ago."

I nudged her knee, "Didn't I buy you a new one?"

Tina sighed, rubbing her temples before pulling into a driveway to a nice house. "Hold on, this is a home therapist?"

"Yes, she has her sessions in her home." She put the car in park, turning to us. "Get out,"

Beyoncé continued to complain while I slowly got out of the car. This extra weight on me was starting to seriously bother me, these twins started growing fast and by now it was obvious I was holding more than one baby in me.