Shawn was killin me with this new shit he had gotten himself into. I was in our bedroom thinkin about what to do. It was about to become his bedroom in a minute. I was sittin on the floor with my clothes scattered everywhere wonderin if I should pack my things. It wasn't like I couldn't afford an apartment on my own. This is where I f#ck up everytime. Livin with a n!gga. I should've known from past experience that shit never works out in the end. Seems like u gotta be married to do that shit and even then u just never know.
I opened my bag and before I could pick up one of my shirts sittin next to me on the floor, my phone rang. Maybe it was a sign from God. But why would he be givin me a sign? "Hello?"
"It's me...Tyler." Uh-oh, I thought to myself. Was this it? Was this the point where he would tell me I was right all along. How would I handle that? I mean this is too much shit goin on at one time. I don't think I can- "I mean are u busy or somethin? I can always call u back," he said bringin me back into the conversation.
"Oh no no, my bad. I ain't doin nothin but sittin here tryin to sort out some things what's up witchu?"
"Nothin, thinkin about this Tuesday...That's the day I'm gettin out of this place and movin."
"Okay...well...u must be nervous?"
"Actually....I am," he said laughin breakin the ice a little. I felt a little more relaxed now hearin him laugh.
"There's nothin to be worried about though. U gettin away from the A where the drama stays. U should be happy as anybody I know. Shit, with everythin that's been goin on, I wish I was movin to a place where the sun always shines."
"Somethin goin on witchu?"
"Nah..I just need a vacation that's all."
"Shawn there?"
"No, he at work. He suppose to come pick me up durin his break and take me to work. U know I start workin at that new spot Corey talked to us about today."
"That should be lots of fun."
"Yeah...."
The conversation was dyin pretty quickly as silence entered on each phone. I really didn't know what to say to him anymore. After he blew me off at the restaurant for Richardson, I could see that our friendship would never be the same. I would never tell him anythin about me and Shawn ever again. If he was done with me like that then our deep relationship was done. "Well u know Richardson's been so busy to even discuss the weddin and shit. He leavin it all up to me. I mean..there's nothin to really plan besides the honeymoon, cause we just goin down to the courtroom and do it there."
"I thought u always said u wanted to get married on a beach wit the wind blowin in your new growth. And I thought u said ya'll were thinkin about gettin married."
"Yeah...things change."
"Tell me about it." We got quiet again and I was wonderin if he was waitin on an apology from me because if he was, he'd be waitin til my kids had kids. "Well....u off today or somethin, or are u goin in later?"
"I'm off. Actually I'm not workin there anymore. I talked with Corey yesterday and told him that I needed to go ahead and stop workin cause I had too much to do with the movin and he was cool wit it and wished me luck. So...I'm done workin there."
"Okay..."
"And Richardson was tellin me that he didn't want me to work anyways because he wanted me to be his house wife," he said laughin but I wasn't. This shit was ridiculous. Tyler always talked about how I was just like every other b!tch that put themselves in a position to be managed by a n!gga cause I wasn't makin my own cheddar and now he was turnin into me and the other b!tches he clowned. But I wouldn't throw it in his face right now like he use to do me when I was doin that same shit. He would learn for his damn self. Believe me.
