Music blasting through my range rover speakers. I reach over and take a fat ass blunt out of my glove compartment and light it up. So many thoughts about this girl running through my mind. I've never felt this way about any woman. Not even my soon to be ex wife. She didn't even know she was about to be my ex wife. Tasha. College sweet heart. Met her around the time I got injured in college. We had happy times and we also had bad times but for the past three years , shit has been horrible. No more love is there. None. I loved my wife at one point. Tasha was a bad bitch. Tasha had that shit you can't teach. She was book smart and street smart. Light skin baddie from Louisiana. Green eyes. Beautiful body. Ass phatter than a swap possum . Intelligent. And ... An amazing mother. Yes. Mother. Tasha got pregnant soon as we got out of college. We got married two years later. We went down to Vegas and eloped. I thought she ead everything I ever wanted and needed until her true colors unfolded and came out. Once our twins turned turned three. Harlem and Haiti. Shit just went left. She didn't want to cook , clean or work. I tried. I swear I did. I even paid a shit load of money for some white bitch to help is with our problems. We went and did the therapy shit , vacations alone away from the kids,shopping sprees , I even tried talking and I'm a heartless nigga. She even knows that but nothing worked. I tried giving her the world. She didn't respect me as her husband or her children's father. She would start arguments for no fucking reason in front of our daughters! I had no respect for that. I brought divorce up here and there and she'd always spazz the fuck out! I fucked different bitches here & there . Different bitches in different area codes. I've fucked them all. But , Andrea .... Man. Andrea wasn't one of these fast ass bitches tryna break my pockets . She was different. Andrea was .. Amazing. We just met but , I knew she was the one. In due time I'd tell her the truth. Just not right now.
While being in deep thought , my phone rang. It was Tasha.
I answered . " What's the deal Tash' ?" I asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
" When are you coming home ? I miss you. " Tasha said in a slurred voice. I knew she was drunk. That's all she's been doing lately. Drinking.
" Tasha go to bed. I'll be home in a few. Aight?" I said in a now aggravated tone.
" yo' ass ain't coming home. You probably fucking some bitch!" She spat. " you think I don't know you out fucking other bitches when your ass out and about ?! I know. I keep my ears close to the streets muthafucka! I'm your wife! " She continued.
Was this bitch delusional ? Or plain fucking stupid ? Maybe both. But , I don't know who she thought she was talking to. Like m one of these soft ass niggas out here. If she didn't stop that shit , she was going to get a rude awakening soon enough.
" Tasha I'm not in the mood to deal with this shit tonight. Go sleep that liquor off. I'll be home in a few "
" Fuck you! " She ended the call.
Now annoyed as fuck , high blown , I wanted to turn around and go back to Drea's house but , I couldn't. I hadn't seen my kids in a few days and I didn't want her to think I was some kind of weirdo ass nigga. Before pulling up into my driveway I took a fewore puffs of my blunt and dumped it into the ashtray. I hopped out, grabbed my button up tee and procceeded to walk to my four story house. Talking a deep breath before unlocking the door. I could hear Tasha's crying. I unlocked the door and shut it behind me. There she was. In a blue lace robe wearing nothing underneath. I could tell her pussy was shaved and her titties was sitting up nice. Her jet black hair hung down her back . She looked up at me , put her wine glass down and just looked at me for a few seconds before raising her voice ... Again.
" Where were you ?!" She said walking toward me.
" Man I'm not about to do this with you tonight. I'm tired. " I said heading toward the stairs.
" You treat me like shit! I'm your wife and the mother of your children ! You don't appreciate me! I fucking hate you! " She screamed. I continued to head up the stairs ignoring every word she was saying. She was drunk almost every night and I knew she didn't mean any of it. Where was she gonna go if she left me? Her family ? Ha! She gotta find then first. She doesn't work , so she damn sure couldn't afford to leave and get her own place.
" So that's it ? You're just gonna ignore me? I'm talking to you ! " She said. I was still heading for the stairs.
" You're a bitch ass nigga Rasheed ! You're a BITCH ! ALWAYS WILL BE ! YOU AIN'T SHIT BUT A DOPE BOY! "
Who the fuck was this bitch talking to ? I stopped dead in my tracks , dropped my button up armani shirt ,turned around and sped back down the steps.
Now face to face , I said " Say that Shit again Tasha. Say it again " clinching my fist.
" Oh what ? Now you can't hear ? I said you're a bitch ass nigga! " she spat. Without hesitating , I grabbed her by her tiny throat.
" I'm a bitch ass nigga ? This shit you got in your head , I bought this. This robe ? I bought that. This house , I bought this bitch! You wouldn't have none of this shit if it wasn't for me! You'd still be a struggling college student selling pussy. I dare you to raise your voice again or call me out of my name again and you'll be a dead ass mothafucka. Six feet deep you trick ass bitch! I said as I pushed her on to our all white Versace sofa. Her eyes were now red and tears were trickiling down her face. At this moment , her tears didn't mean a fucking thing to me.
" I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ! " she screamed. I picked up my keys and proceeded to leave. I knew I couldn't stay here tonight. This shit would've been going on all night and I wasn't in the mood.
Tasha came running behind me and then blocked the doorway.
" You ain't going nowhere! We are going to fix this now ! I'm tired of you leaving me!"
" Move out of my way now " I said calmly.
" NO. WE ARE GOING TO FIX THIS! "
Gently trying to move her out of the way , she was fighting and shoving me back. Finally after getting a little aggressive and pushing her out the way I was able to leave. Sh can make a damn fool out of herself and argue by her self. I wasn't gonna have it tonight and I meant it. I hopped in my truck and drove off. Tasha was still yelling outside in her robe. Half way a way from home , I called up one of my old bitches , her name was Kim Twai. She was a thick ass Vietnamese chick I met down in Baltimore while I was up there meeting a new connect.
First ring and she answered " Hello " She said.
" I'm on my way to your spot. I need to crash for a few. Aight ? " I said.
"Cool. See you when you get here "
I ended the call. I lit up another blunt as Aaliyah " Come over " blasted through my radio. I had so much to think about but tonight all I wanted was my dick sucked and some sleep.
