Ghetto Stories

Why Does Love Hurt?

                                                                   SHAMEKA

I ran downstairs after hearing the front door open. "Come here" said Micheal (my husband).

ME: Hey babe, what's wrong?

MICHEAL: Why is this house not clean. You been here all day and you ain't did shit but sit on your behind.

ME: If you want the house clean so bad why don't you do it your damn self!

POV: I knew I shouldn't have said that because as soon as I did hits started coming from everywhere. All over my face and arms and chest. I've never been called more bitches and hoes in my life. I broke free and ran upstairs to the bathroom and locked myself inside. Of course he was right on my heels banging on the door.

MICHEAL: *BANG! BANG! BANG!* Open up this god damn door hoe. You gone learn how to respect me. You ain't cleaned up shit in this house, I get home from working hard all day so yo ass can live like this and you gone disrespect me. Wait until I get this door open you ugly bitch. I don't know why I ever married your sorry ass. I should've gotten me a bitch that can clean and cook not some two dollar hoe. You ain't learned ye.....

ME: Leave me alone Michael, you've already hit me enough. Aren't you tired? *sobbing* My mom is coming over and if you hit me again I swear to god I'll tell her. You say I'm this and that why don't you let me leave then! Huh, why do I have to stay here and be with you? I HATE YOU! *cries harder*

POV: Looking at myself all bloody and bruised up in the mirror made me break down and cry some more. Of course Michael was still banging on the door but this time he was apologetic, crying saying he was sorry and shit but I've heard it all before and to think I thought he was going to change. After crying I got in the bathtub, ran the water and just sat there wondering why did I have this big house and cars and I was miserable. Not only did I wonder that, but I wondered why did love hurt so bad.

POV: After the bath I got ready, applied more makeup and waited on my mother to arrive. *Knock, Knock* and my queen has finally arrived.

Me: *opens door* Well hello mother! How are you? *hugs tightly*

Mom: I'm fine baby, I don't smell any food cooking you know I came hungry *giggles*

Me: Well mama I decided that we was going to cook together you know bond and talk, have us a little girl time.

Mom: Well, when you put it that way. I'm always up for a little girl time.

Me: Great, lets get started! We gone make some greens, cornbread, chicken, and macaroni and cheese.

POV: I love spending time with mama I have no kids, no dog, and no friends since Michael made me cut them off so she's like a breath of fresh air. We talk and cook and talk some more.

Me: So mama, what was daddy like?

Mom: Your father? Oh god, he was wonderful I always loved him and he loved me. He was the best thing I've ever had beside you. Baby, I'm glad you brought him up because I've been wanting to ask you about you and Michael baby you used to look so happy and now it seem like you depressed or something. Is it Michael? or is it just being up in this big ole house all lonely? 

Me: Oh mama, I think it's this house. Michaels great, I wouldn't trade him for anything. Mama just like you and daddy it's love you know.

Mom: Mhm love you say. Well, I would love to see a grandbaby soon.

Me: Oh mama, you're so funny... hilarious...now lets talk more about this great food we about to eat. *yells* Michael baby I know you're watching the game but the food is ready. I can bring you a plate if would like?