I Don't Belong To You

I've been with Mr. Jeffery Wilson for 7 years, and 6 months. A emotional roller coaster, yes. Yet, I can't imagine sharing my life with anyone else. Jeffery's my everything, I've never known another man, and I'd rather salvage what we have. Before, I start a life with a man I don't even know. I'll be honest Jeff isn't the best that he could be, but I'm hoping he'll blossom into that man. Lately, I've been feuding with some sideline chick named Lashonda Moton, and I've gotten word that she's expecting Jeffery's baby soon. Jeff still denies it to me, but my own family members have seen them out in the public together. It saddens me, because I'll do anything for this man. When he was in jail for 2 years, I held him down, and cared for our son Jeffery "Duke"Wilson Jr. I'm believing him on this one, and I'll have too let it all play out. I can't stress about any nonsense, because it's not healthy for the baby I'm carrying right now. If Jeffery is being honest with me, and I believe he is. We'll be celebrating our baby boy with out the worries of some love child, interrupting our lives.

"Mama, I've been calling Jeffereys' phone for hours. I have no idea where he could be, I'm having contractions every 7 1/2 minutes. I need to get to the hospital soon. Can you drive me, and keep Duke?" I ask my mom, and I feel so stupid. The time when I need Jefferey the most he can't even pull thru, this record is playing out. I'm tired of the same old song. "Markita, this ridiculous, isn't Jeffery in your car?" My mom questioned. "Yes mama, but I had Duke walk down the street. Nobody's seen Jefferey." I tell my mom with some what of an attitude. "Markita girl you better watch your tone with me. I'm on my way, be ready when I get there."(phone hangs up.)I'm so sick of looking like a fool for Jeffery, I'm 40 weeks, and 2 days pregnant. I'm in labor , and I haven't spoken with Jeffery since Wednesday at 3. We pull up to the hospital, I go to registration and get checked in. As we pass by the baby nursery I don't believe what I'm seeing. It's Jeffery holding a baby, with a hospital band around his wrist. I see Lashonda's mom standing next to him, and I just can't believe this.

In the midst of unbearable pain, the hurt turns into rage, and overcomes me. How'd I do it? I have no idea, but I jumped my ass out of that wheel chair. I started banging on that nursery window like a complete fool, because my heart has been ripped out of my chest. My adrenaline had to be x10, before I knew it I cracked the damn nursery's glass window. Security was running from every where, and Jeff stands there so chill. As if he we never met, I can just fall out, and die right now. My hand is all cut up, and my water just broke. The nurses in triage, looking at me like it's time to go.

"Ma'am we need you to calm down, and sit back in the wheel chair." A nurse said, but I over heard the other nurses saying I needed too be in the O.R. there was no time to spare. I'm trying too grasp my composer, but this man has taken the last bit of me. Sobbing " Jeffrey what is this? Why are you doing this to me, what did I do?" LaShonda walks into the baby nursery with this grin on her face, grabs Jeff hand, and turns the baby slightly my way."Wheel her in the O.R. NOW!! She's losing a lot of blood, and we can't afford a uterus rupture." The doctor instructed. I ask them to wait I need Jeffrey with me in the room, "Ma'am we will send some one to get him. Do you want too save yourself, or the baby?" Please, save the both of us. Please sir, save us both. I'm in recovery, I'm in so much pain, but I'm scanning the room. Jeff isn't here, and I'm the fool. Its been 7 years of relations, and I don't know what happened too the man I love.