Sequel to Make it Last Forever
Fast forward three years: Trey and Lashontae are still divorced and co parenting their two beautiful children. They've been able to remain cordial for the kids, but are they secretly wanting that old thing back?
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Tae
"Everyone take a breath."
Wow.
That was weird shit if I'd ever heard it.
Part of me wanted to be inflamed with fury, but the majority of my being wept for her. Trey seemed more disturbed than I did and rightfully so. He didn't respond as he popped his neck to release tension.
"Maybe it's weird to say that after all this time, but I felt it was only fair."
"To who?" Trey replied harshly, clearly heated.
"All of us deserve the truth."
"It ain't about the damn truth. You like to fuck with my girl and give her these bullshit details..."
"That's not bullshit," she argued, "the level of low I have to accept to admit what I did?! Trust me, I ain't saying that just to fuck with her."
She turned to me distinctly.
"I'm not tryna get under your skin."
"I don't think you are." I said nonchalantly.
Both her, Trey, and Mike looked at me desperately ready for my next sentence.
"What?" I asked looking back at them blankly.
"That's all you have to say?" Helen pried.
I nodded.
"Is that all?" I pressed, ready to be done.
"How do you feel about what she revealed?" Mike asked.
I shrugged.
"I think it's sad."
"How so?"
"She did that to get in between us and the moment you did share with him, he thought you were me," I sucked my teeth sarcastically and shook my head, "that's nasty work."
"Trust me. Nobody understands that better than I do."
I scoffed and also laughed a little behind it.
"You don't believe me?"
"I don't know what to believe."
"I'm here, Lashontae, because of the pathetic choices I've made. The shame and embarrassment of it surrounding this man is the reason I am an addict in need of help!"
"So this is on Trey?" I replied blankly, "that's what you're saying?"
"No, it's on me," she argued, "because I lost myself in him. I allowed that to happen and that's my fault. That's what I'm trying to undo."
"That shit is the past," I responded, "where you really had me fucked up is when you pulled a gun on me."
