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I'm not racist (Short story)

       "Amanda Look, all I'm saying is, maybe, give trump a chance. He's not that bad of a president." my dumbass boyfriend stood in my face and said to me. Like is he serious? This has to be a joke.

"I'll give him a chance when he stops being a dumbass, racist, shitty person. He has said he'll have sex with his daughter, he'll grab women by the pussy, he was on trial for allegedly raping a minor. He has said he's gonna stop abortions, even though it should be a woman's own decision to decide to keep a child or not. He has talked so much shit, abut women, about other nationalities, yet dumbasses like you defend him." I said rubbing my 5 month pregnant tummy. I was big for 5 months.

I walked away from his dumbass. Anybody who supports trump supports what he's against which is POC, women, and anything else that's not a white male. He's trash. And I told Todd just that.

"Okay, can we stop talking about this nonsense please. You're pregnant right now, so there is no getting through to you." He said and waved his white privileged hand.

"Sure honey. While you're at it, you wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch tonight, would you?" I stood up, folded my hands in a fake respectful manner and gave the fakest smile I could put on my face. He tried to speak, but I just yelled a "Thanks!" and kept walking to my room, so I can throw him a pillow and a blanket. no racist will be sleeping in my bed with my unborn child.

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I kept tossing and turning all night. I couldn't sleep without him. But, I also couldn't sleep knowing I may be with a racist, or with someone who believes in the stuff trump believes in. I rubbed my tummy and sighed. He tried talking to me but eventually he gave up and slept on the couch. Every time we fight, it resolves in me putting him on the couch, and I hate it. I want him next to me, but because of his beliefs, we cant cuddle tonight.

I got tired of me not being able to sleep, so I got up and walked downstairs, only to find he wasn't on the couch. I looked in the kitchen, nothing. So I called him, and a girl answered.

"Hello?" her stupid, quirky voice said. She sounded white.

"Who is this?" I said, a little rudely. Who was this bitch?

"Who is this- babe, someone's on the phone."

Babe? Do I have the right number? I removed the phone from my face to check if I dialed the right number....I did, the contact said "baby daddy 🔥🤩😊😍❤️👑". Is this stupid ass nigga cheating on me?

"Oh shit" I heard him say when he took the phone and I guess looked at who she was talking to. "Babe it's not what you think, she's my-"
"Save it." I interrupted him. "You and that bitch can live happily ever after, I'm just gonna leave with my unborn child. And don't worry about child support, we'll be-"

"No wait-" he tried to talk but I just hung up. I went upstairs and got my suitcase ready. I'll just go to my mom house. He can have this house, and everything else in it. I just need my stuff. I'm so done with him.

As I'm packing, I hear the door open and I hear him calling my name running up the stairs. But I don't answer. I simply continue packing.

"Babe, you here? BABY!" He ran in the room. When he saw me he rushed to me and took my suitcase away and threw it causing all of my stuff that I already packed to drop everywhere.

"You're not leaving me! Please don't leave me. I'm sorry! I will never do it again. Give me one more chance."

"No. You cheated and that's one thing I don't tolerate is a cheating man. And you might be racist"

"IM NOT RACIST! How many times do I have to say it?! I love you and all of your blackness. Baby I didn't cheat, I was just-" I walked up to him and did the one thing he didn't expect. I slapped him.

"How can you stand in my face and lie to me?! I heard her call you baby, I heard everything! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!" I started going crazy. Hitting and kicking him, so he picked me up to prevent me from hurting him without hurting me.

"STOP AMANDA! The baby, think of the baby!" That's what got me to calm down. I would never hurt my unborn child. He's lucky I'm pregnant.

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