Eveie
"Damon! I'm sick of her shit! I have had a fucking enough of your mama. She told damn old to be acting like this!"
I shouted at my oldest son's father as I paced in his living room.
"I know Eves. I'm so sorry, I'm not happy with her either. I haven't talked to her in three weeks, and I'm into it with my aunts behind the fuck shit she pulled"
Damon responded as he wiped his hand over his face.
"She too damn old to be doing shit like this babe. Enough is enough!"
Felicia, Damon's wife chimed in as she bounced there daughter on her hip.
Damon and I have known each other since we were kids. We ended up taking each other's virginity in college and I ended pregnant.
We both still finished school and decided co-parenting would work best for us.
His mother Donna has been a total nightmare from hell since then.
She was cool before she felt I trapped her precious son.
It wasn't like that though.
I was birth control, and Damon used a condom. That baby was supposed to be here!
Damon agreed he would be there with me every step of the way. And he was.
Damon has been a wonderful father to our now eighteen year old son Jr.
But Donna's ass.
That old bitch has been on my last nerve for years.
When I had just given birth to my son, she ran a DNA test on him, claiming it was for insurance.
I almost lost my shit.
Not because she got the DNA test, but the way she went about it.
She could have asked me and I would have gladly done it no questions asked.
Then when I met my husband Killian, when Jr was three she had a whole fit because he was white.
She started calling me a race trader, and a bed wench. It took everything on me not to knock all the black off her ignorant ass.
Before my granny passed she used to be tolerable because she got her teeth knocked out of her mouth when I told my granny what she called me.
My granny, and Damon's granny were best friends, so they both slapped the dog shit outta her, but once they both went on to glory.
Donna started running her fucking mouth about me again.
Talking about how I'm an unfit mother because I married a white man, and how my other kids are going to grow up confused because their mom is black and their dad is white.
Just hateful racist bullshit.
The crazy thing is that Donna never said these things to me directly, she would say them to other members of the church or, folks who were mutual's of mine, and her family.
For the life of me I don't understand why the fuck it bother's her so much who the fuck I married. I mean I didn't marry her son, so I don't understand why the fuck she cared.
All I cared about was that she watched her hateful ass mouth around my son.
Every time Jr went over there he would come home after being with her and ask me things like.
"Mom why does granny Donna think your going to hell?"
Or "mom is it wrong to date outside your race, and why does granny Donna say it is?"
