Vida
"Are you sure this is the right move V? I mean they are the kids grandparents. What would Jose want for the kids?"
One of my so-called friends Denise asked me as I placed the kids, and I's suit cases in the trunk of my car then shut the trunk.
My kids and myself are leaving from the home we knew once in Beverley Hills, and are moving to a small town in Tennessee.
I need to get the fuck out of California asap.
These last six months have been some short of a nightmare for me and my kids. With the fallout from the election, and the current administration's policy's have destroyed my family.
My husband Jose was an immigrant from Cuba.
He was here legally, and documented.
Not to mention he also married me a natural born citizen.
Because of this new administration and their little cult followers, my husband was snatched from our daughters kindergarten graduation by fake ICE agents.
His body was found in an abandoned warehouse two weeks later.
This all happened three months ago.
And since the death of my husband I have been on the war path with a lot of folks, including my own family members and some of his family as well.
They voted for this shit!
I didn't! They wanted to be all "I will vote for Donald Trump!"
And millions of people are suffering because of a whole bunch of dumb ass ignorant racist and just evil hateful people decided to put Donald Trump back in the white house.
Two weeks after my husband's funeral I put our family home up for sale, and sold my insurance agency. I wanted to distance myself and my kids from all those hateful people I knew that I felt contributed to my husbands death. Everyone who voted for that man in my opinion has blood on there hands, and I said what the fuck I said! If you don't like it, well that's a you problem.
I come from money, so I wasn't pressed for money at all.
Jose and I grew up together.
It was the typical rich girl and poor boy from the wrong side of the track story.
Jose's family was very welcoming at first we started dating, but things changed when we got engaged. I was no longer allowed in his mother's and father's home, and they claimed we argued too much. I didn't understand at first but my mother sat me down and explained to me that this was old fashioned racism. She told me that Jose and me dating was ok, because they saw me as a phase. When I brought this up to Jose, he talked to his parents and they told him they thought I was a great girl, but they felt that I was not the great girl for him.
That was the day Jose cut off his parents and didn't talk to them for three years.
They were not at our wedding nor at the birth of our first child my son.
The only reason Jose allowed them back into our lives was because, when I was about to give birth to my daughter. My father passed away from cancer, and Jose wanted to try to reconcile with his parents. We actually still talked to his grandmother, and grandfather, and the rest of the family they were fully supportive of us, it was just his parents that were the problem.
Jose's abuela and abuelo felt that Jose's mother and father were ashamed of their Cuban heritage and tried to be white.
And I don't know what it is with certain POC's (people of color) or certain black folks that think being white is the ultimate American dream.
It's weird as fuck to me.
I can't ever see myself as being anything than what I am, and that's a strong proud black woman. I haven't ever wanted to be nothing but that.
When Jose reached out to his parents they acted apologetic and asked forgiveness.
I'm all about giving folks a second chance so I gave them one.
Things were peachy until this last election, when Jose found out that his parents not only voted for Trump they actively went of there way to advise other to not vote for Kamala Harris.
Jose lost it and cut them off for good.
He even went as far to tell me that if he died before me, to make sure I keep his parents from his parents are kept from his funeral, and when his parents died to piss on there graves.
And now more than ever that's a promise I attend to keep.
"I don't give a flying fuck what that old bitch and her saggy ball of a pathetic excuse of a husband want. They can suck my dick! Them and everyone who voted for this bullshit can catch my fade Denise"
I responded to her as I looked deep into her eyes and smiled.
She was trying to tell me as I loaded the kids' suitcases along with mine that I should let them know me and the kids were moving, and let them know Jose passed as well.
As far as Jose was concerned he was dead to them years ago.
"What are you doing Denise?"
I asked her as I crossed my arms over my chest and cocked my hip to the the side.
"I just want to sure your not making a mistake"
Denise said as she got teary eyed.
"The fuck she getting emotional for?"
I asked myself.
I sighed and rolled my eyes then said.
"Girl I'm grown as fuck and know what I doing. I'm out of here take care and be safe"
With that I turned and hopped into my car where my kids were already in, and ready to go.
"Ya'll ready to start this road trip to our new adventure?"
I asked my kids, who all shouted "let's go!"
