24 year old Kendia Brown's life has always been great, even through the miniature of bad times she's stumbled upon, still and hardly ever she complains. Who would when life's mostly great?
Being a mother of a 7 year old Liam Davis Jr. Kendia has he...
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In the dark of the room I lay with all of my thoughts. Most of them were harmful, and no, not to myself, but to them. Yes, Samira and Andrew. I'm still in disbelief that he was bold enough to bring her into our home. Nevermind being bold, but he's extremely disrespectful.
I wanted not to care and perhaps go to sleep as soon as I hit the haystack, but I couldn't. I was involuntarily kept awake by the thoughts of what they might be doing there.
I did cry. Yup, sure did. Actually a few times. However, after much peptalk, I gathered myself together and chose not to wallow anymore in my sorrows. But is it right that in my boredom and feelings of wanting to escape from my current reality somehow is to distract myself by investing and pouring some of my emotions into another vessel for entertainment purposes while my main vessel is in our main bedroom with his main side chick.
No, of course it's not right, and of course I know that being on the phone with someone that I know likes me a lot while simultaneously knowing that I'm not quite interested is gonna cost me in the end. But what do I do? I call them. Why? Because I needed to distract myself somehow before I go ahead and do something stupid.
"Hey.”
Clearing his throat, he says in a groggy voice, “hey Kendia.”
“Sorry to wake you.”
“No, it's okay,” says Ryan. “I was just about to wake up anyway to use the bathroom.”
“You're lying,” I giggled.
“Yeah, I'm lying,” he chuckled and then said to me, “but, um…are you alright? Is the baby alright?”
“Yeah, we're good.”
“Okay, that's good,” says Ryan.
“Yeah,” I replied, and for a moment things went silent but I didn't allow the silence to linger for too long. I wanted to be selfless and think about the fact that he may be sleepy as hell right now seeing that I wake him, but no, I admit that I can be quite a bit self-centered, especially at a time such as this. So, in order to keep him awake, I needed to keep the conversation flowing, even if I have to ask stupid, common sense questions. So I went ahead and asked him, “so…what are you doing?”
“Well, right now I'm sitting up, leaning against my headrest talking to you and trying to keep myself awake. But forget me. What about you?”
“I'm up talking to you,” I replied, and again apologized for waking him up.
He said, “no, don't apologize. I did tell you that you could call me at any time. Any time just so happens to be tonight, and so I'm gonna stay up and talk with you for as long as you like.”
With pouty lips, I said, “Aww, thank you. You're so sweet.”
“I am, aren't I,” he says, and I imagined him with a smirk on his face.
