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I haven't seen her in almost two weeks. Two weeks of silence, blocked on every platform, left with nothing but the echoes of our last conversation.
That argument was bad, but I keep telling myself it's just a bump in the road. We've been through worse, right? This can't be the end. Not like this.
Fi a bad man yuh delusional yuh fuck wah kinda worse onuh guh through???
Neva ask fi yuh opinion ......
I'm in my car, heading to her place. It's getting late, and the streets are quieter than I'd like them to be. My hands grip the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, heart pounding with anticipation. I know she's mad—I get that. But she has to hear me out. She has to know that we're worth fighting for.
And if we a be honest mi nuh duh nothing.
Neva fuck the girl she just gimmie head and she cyah mad boh dat Cah we neva deh.
How you woulda feel? She cyah fuck wid mi dem way deh she have sense.
As I drive through the familiar route, I replay everything in my head, trying to figure out where we went wrong. I hate the way we left things hanging, like a wound left to fester.
Maybe if I'd just listened to her and try to keep her calm, or hadn't put my hands on her we wouldn't be in this mess. But that's the past now, and all I can do is hope that showing up will help us bridge this gap.
Mi Neva yet pon mi hand pon a woman and mi Neva plan to, mi just duh it fi scare har likkle bit Cah who fah ute yah kill???
She wah know seh yuh spitefully do it.
And??
Yes it kinda selfish
Kinda???
Okay it is. But mi do it fi trap har. Not because mi Aguh play har During the pregnancy or when she have mi ute and whatever but because mi love har and nuh wah lose har.
She quick fi lef like how nuh pickney nuh involve, but going forward family come first suh she affi think twice and hard before she try fi leave mi.
Manipulative yuh fuck.
When I pull up in front of her house, I spot her on the verandah, sitting with her phone in hand. She notices me immediately and stiffens, clearly caught off guard. The last thing she expected was to see me here tonight.
Her eyes narrow, and I can see the thoughts racing through her mind. Before she can make a move to head inside, I jump out of the car and call out, "Don't even think about it. If you go inside, Mi nuh fraid fi create a scene and yuh know dat."
She pauses mid-step, her back turned to me as she debates her next move. She knows I'm serious,
