4."I Want Beyoncé"

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Kamala's P.O.V.

Well, I did it. At one p.m. on a Monday afternoon, I gathered as much of my things as I could and left Doug. I wrote him a letter stating that I have been informed about him getting his sidechick pregnant. I also let him know in that letter that I would be filing for divorce immediately.

The first time Doug cheated, my father said, "He's young, Mala. He made a poor decision. Find it in your heart to forgive him. You need your husband."

And as usual, my mother agreed with him.

Doug wasn't that damn young though! We were twenty nine when we got married and he was thirty when he did his dirt. I'd said thirty is old enough to know right from wrong. But of course I listened to my dad and stayed with Doug. Despite his infidelity.

However, nobody, not even my parents or Doug himself, were going to talk me into staying with him this time around. Not after he not only had an affair with a twenty seven year old, but also had the audacity to get her pregnant!

The young woman revealed herself to me through Facebook. She messaged me and confessed everything. She had proof that she didn't know he was married until she told him she was pregnant. She sent me text messages between them. In one particular text Doug said, "Look....you can't keep this baby. I'm married...I'll pay for you to get an abortion."

So, a woman scorned is a man's worst nightmare. The bastard actually had her blocked on Facebook. So she made up another account, found his account (he lied and told her he wasn't on Facebook when they first got together ), and that's when she saw all of his business. Including the fact that he was married!

She clicked on a picture of Doug and I together. Of course I was tagged in the picture and that's how she was able to message me. She told me everything I needed to know and backed it all up with receipts... Clearly, Doug was out of his damn mind! There was no way in hell I was going to stay with him. Especially seeing as how he made a baby with someone knowing that I'm not able to have kids due to being infertile.

Before Doug cheated the first time, we were actually trying to conceive a baby. But when we weren't successful, I found out that I had an infertility problem. This caused me to shut down mentally, emotionally and sexually. Of course Doug used that as an excuse to go out and cheat. He said I wouldn't let him touch me and I just wasn't the same anymore. Which was somewhat true due to knowing that I would never be able to have my own babies. But why not help me get back to my old self instead of having a fucking affair? The man was just selfish and he still is!

Long story short, on the day I left Doug I ran to the two people that I knew would have my back concerning this situation... Taraji and Fantasia. I knew they would encourage me to never go back to Doug. They told me I could stay with them for as long as I needed to. Taraji is also my attorney. So she was planning to make sure that I not only divorce Doug as soon as possible, but that I also make his ass pay me a huge amount of spousal support! She wanted me to take the damn house as well, but I didn't want to live there anymore. Too many bad memories...

While Taraji and I were discussing the matters of divorce, guess who popped up....Doug's ass! He knew that if I wasn't at my parents house, I was more than likely with Taraji and Fantasia. The only reason  he knew where they lived was because he drove me me over there once. My car was in the shop at the time.

I don't know why he thought I would want to hear his side of the story, but Douglas had me fucked up! I stayed inside while Fantasia and Taraji dealt with him. Because I was going to end up in prison for murder if I went out there!

Doug was refusing to leave and kept trying to come into the house. He was yelling out my name and causing a scene. Even some of the neighbors kept trying to tell him he needed to go. He ignored everyone, so Taraji called the police.

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