MAYA IN THE MEDIA.
"See, we gone have to sit down, and figure this thing out." - Ashanti
JESSICA
"Wake up." I say, shaking Ant. I'll give him his props, he did his thing last night. That dıck put my lil mean ass in my place. I should've been telling his slow ass how I liked it a long time ago cause the shit he was doing didn't do a damn thing but bore me. He still needs a lil work but he still did good.
He opens his eyes. "What?" he dryly asks. "Get up." I say. "For what? We got plans today?" he asks. "Yes, actually. So, I did my research on things couples can do to bond with each other and me and you have a whole day ahead of us. The kids are at school and Torren is baby sitting Amari for me." I say. "Hell naw, Torren gay ass is not baby sitting my fucking son. Amari is three and curious as fuck. I don't need my son trying to wear makeup and bullshit. No." he says with a random ass attitude.
"Will you stop being like that? Torren is not flamboyant and even if he was, that's one of my best friends in the whole world and he loves Amari. Plus, he doesn't even wear make up and shit when he ain't doing nothing." I say. "Fuck no. Amari ain't ever seen me, Montana, or none of my niggas around here in no make up. Respect my fucking wishes, Jessica, I don't want my son to think that shit is cool." he goes off. "Ant, what the fuck? I won't love Amari any less if he decides to be gay when he's older! Calm down." I say. He jumps out the bed. "Damnit, Jessica, what the fuck did I say? See, this why our mothafucking kids stay suspended or stay in trouble, you awful, bruh! You stay going against me! He is three years old, I do not want him like that and that's final!" he yells.
"Did you just call me awful? I'm a lot of fucking things but I have never been an awful parent. You doing all this because you just don't like Torren, it has nothing to do with his sexuality and you know it. You can't have that much of a problem with it if when Reign was little, you had your mothafucking lesbian ass pornstar around her! Don't fuck with me, Ant!" I yell back.
"Who gives a fuck? Amari ain't staying with his ass and that's final cause I'll fuckin' kill his ass if my son start that fruity shit!" Ant snaps on me. I roll my eyes. "You don't run me. I'm gonna do what I wanna do with my son." I say. "I wish you would disrespect me like that. I'll slap the fuck outta you, Jessica." he says. "Go take your medicine with your crazy ass! Move!" I yell. He grabs my wrist then throws me up to the wall. "You so fucking disrespectful!" he yells. I look down as he glares at me.
"I don't care if I'm disrespectful. Get out my face." I demand. "No. You not taking my son over there." he says. "Why not? You come around him smelling like a damn weed dispensary every day, you be drunk as fuck around him, you sip lean around him, you talk shit around him, so you ain't setting the best example your gotdamn self. You're a drug addict and alcoholic with no filter and got the nerve to judge Torren. Nigga, please." I say, pushing him out my way. "And you a fucking hoe who don't know who her baby daddy is and you got the nerve to judge me." he says.
I turn around then slap the shit out of him. "Watch your fucking mouth! You came at me crazy for no reason, Ant! I was just trying to spend time with you today and try to get things back to where they used to be and you wanna act a fucking fool? Fine, I won't let Torren baby sit him! I'll keep him my fucking self! Fuck your selfish ass, I don't wanna see your face right now!" I snap at him.
"What I tell you? Watch your mouth!" he snaps back, all in my face. I push him. "Fuck what you and that counselor told me, Ant! You and your double standards got me fucked up! You want me to watch my mouth but you can talk to me any way you want and call me a fucking hoe? Hell naw, I'm sick of yo stupid ass! Ain't no double standards, fuck this marriage!" I snap at him, then storm out our room.
