The Truth Hurts

Imani: No Making Up

Wednesday
9:08 AM

I woke up to the smell of turkey bacon and sausages cooking from downstairs. Wow it's been a minute since my mom cooked breakfast she must be trying to make up with me. Whatever she does cannot ever make up for what she did. I kicked off my covers and slipped on my slides and walked up to my mirror. I looked in my closet to figure out what I was gonna wear to Roy's house today, I figured I should just do it after I grab some breakfast. I really didn't wanna face her this morning but I was hungry.

When I went downstairs to the kitchen I saw my mom looking all bubbly and happy for some reason today. Hmph, meanwhile she's all happy and I'm emotionally hurt. She was washing the cookware that she used to cook the food and there were two plates on the table across from each other. Oh hell no, I am not eating with her she must be out of her damn mind. I don't feel like talking to her and she wasn't gonna make me. I grabbed a plate, that I guessed was mine even though both plates had the same amount of food on it, from off the table and headed upstairs to my room until my mom stopped me.

"Imani, what are you doing?" She asked, she was still facing the sink as she was talking to me.

"I'm taking my breakfast to my room" I looked at her with a duh look. What do she mean what am I doing?

"Maybe I wanted to talk to you." The hell? Me and Mom haven't spoke ever since she told me that she fucked my boyfriend's dad and got pregnant by him. I stood on the stairs because I really didn't feel comfortable eating with her.

She finally faced me and sighed. "May we talk please? It's concerning the baby. " She rubbed her stomach and I had just noticed that her stomach had a little pudge.

"Can you just tell me now?" I rolled my eyes

"Maybe I wanna sit and talk over breakfast." Her tone was very calm but I still wasn't convinced. I stared at her for a long time while she stared back with pleading eyes. I decided to give it a fucking try.

I walked back to the table and slammed by plate down then plopped in my seat. I picked up my bacon and started eating.

She sat down on her side of the table, "You didn't even say good morning to me. You actually haven't said good morning to me in like 4 days." She picked up her bacon and started eating it also.

I didn't say anything. What was I supposed to say to that? Put yourself in my shoes.

She glanced at me then sighed. "Well I was gonna tell you that I'm going to my ultrasound today. Do you wanna come with me?"

I was excited that I would finally know if I'm having a sister or brother. But something else also hit me, how is going to her ultrasound if she just found she's pregnant? I raised an eyebrow at her. "How you getting an ultrasound already?"

She sighed and looked down. "I guess I forgot to tell you that part. I'm actually 3 months pregnant." Wow you learn new things everyday. But then something else hit me.

"Didn't you and Dad divorce each other 2 months ago?" I asked her. Something wasn't adding up.

She looked at me with that same face she had when she first told me she was pregnant with Roy's dad baby.

I stood up. "You cheated on Dad?!" I shouted. All of a sudden, everything fell in place. That's why my dad divorced my mom.

She put her face in her hands and started that crying shit back up.

"That's why the divorce happened?! When was I gonna be told?! I had to find out this way?!" I was furious and I had to get away from my mom before I did something I regret because I was in the mood for slapping someone right now.