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After everyone went home I stayed at my moms house because It was too late at night to be driving. I would've went with Her but I was mad at him.
He could've told me Trinitee had another family whether I liked it or not. You don't keep secrets away like that.
I was pissed. I just got out of jail like a few hours ago thinking I'm coming home to my ex girlfriend and daughter to make shit right but I guess I was wrong. It irks my nerves that she's with that same nigga she's been fucking with since we broke up in the first place.
I'm so mad to the fact as where I feel like choking the shit out of her and that nigga. Yeah I told her too move on but not with this nigga. If it was somebody other than him I would've been like okay fuck it. Then she didn't even tell me who the fuck the nigga was who she was bringing around my damn daughter.
Something doesn't sit right with him and I don't care. If she wants to be with him let her be. But that gut feeling doesn't sit well with me. If you ever have that gut feeling, trust it.
I've been trying since I fucked up and I think it's time to move on. There's no point in staying anyway.
Other then all of that I was happy too see my baby girl. She made my day besides that bullshit I came home too.
I'll definitely have to spend time with her to make up for that.
I looked around the kitchen and sighed at the mess. It seemed like people couldn't clean up after themselves and that's just trifling. I grabbed a broom and the dust pan and began sweeping around the kitchen. I picked up the big pieces of trash and mopped before my mama came in.
"What are you doing?" She yawned going in the refrigerator to get orange juice.
"Cleaning." I said in a nonchalant tone.
"Cleaning? Boy you just got out of jail and you're cleaning. If you don't go upstairs and relax." She said before raising the cup to her lips.
"It's alright, it's not a hard job." I shrugged tying the strings on the bags.
"I don't like this tone with you. You're supposed to be happy that you're with your family again and you seem sad. What's wrong?" She said rubbing my back.
"I'm good trust me."
"It's about Trinitee huh?" I gave her a look as she returned one making me nod my head.
"Odell you can't blame the girl. From what she told me you told her to move on. Why are you so mad?"
"I did but now I realize that I don't like seeing her with other niggas except for me. I gave her- her first child so she belongs to me. That's how I feel." I rolled my eyes.
"No, having a first child doesn't mean anything son. It just means that you're gonna be in your daughter life for 18 years and you missed half of those."
