Bitter Baby Mama

Kori

"I will do anything and everything in my power to make sure that his life is a living hell by any means necessary."

Kori

"Look Kori, just let me see Dallas. I don't have time for your bullshit and games. I just want to see my son." Houston yelled in the phone at me.

"Yea, well that will be a no. I don't want my son around your fat ass, so-called bitch. If you want to see my son, you will first bring me some money, and then I will think about it." I said and hung up the phone. I didn't have time to play with Houston and his bull shit.

I hate that I even loved him. I hate that I still loved him. I would never admit it. I think that the love I had for him has turned into pure hate now.

I guess I should let you people know who I am. My name is Kori Daniels-Woodson and I am thirty-two years old and I have the most adorable eight-year-old son Dallas by a no-good, trifling, bitch ass, baby daddy/ex-husband name Houston.

I met Houston when I was a freshman in High School. It was love at first sight when I saw him. I mean, come on picture this, you are walking down the hall way and you accidently bump in to a guy.

Of course, you fall, and a hand reaches out and you look up and see a 6'6 chocolate god looking down at you. Then you see that he has light brown eyes and medium nose, a small mustache broad shoulders and a body that you know he lives in the gym. When he smiled at me and those pure white teeth showed, I could have sworn that they sparkled. Ok ok maybe they didn't sparkle but you know what I mean.

Anyway, once he helped me up he introduced himself and I think I fell in love. Yea, I did.

He was on the varsity basketball team and he could play his ass off. I just knew that one day he was going to the NBA. But, like a few guys, he didn't make it. So here we are, years later, and the dream that I had went down the drain the moment he fell and broke his ACL.

After his injury, I stayed with him, Then, at 25 we decided to get married. I stuck by his ass and got pregnant soon after. Because of complications, I lost our first child. After I got pregnant with Dallas, he made me quit my job and rest because he didn't want anything to jeopardize this pregnancy.

I was good to him, but he still found a reason to divorce me and left me to raise our son. I may have made a few mistakes but whatever, he could have stayed. No marriage is perfect, and no one is either. Now I am glad he's gone. Besides taking care of me and our son, he wasn't good enough for me. I had to find other ways to be happy.

Anyways, enough about him, let's get back to me. I am sitting here trying to figure out what I am going to wear to the club tonight. It was time for me to get my groove back and find me a new man.

"Mom, can I go over to daddy's house tonight and play with my brothers?" My son Dallas asked me.

"I told your ass one too many times that they are not your brothers. You are an only child and I'm not going to tell you anymore. No, you are not going with your daddy. He doesn't want you to come over because he is too busy with his new family and doesn't have time for you." I said turning towards my mirror to put on my make-up.

"Stop telling that boy them damn lies Kori. You need to stop being such a bitch to that man and let him see his child." My sister Ashley said coming into my room.

"Why don't you mind your own business and stay the hell out of mine, thank you very much. If you stay out of my business, you could find a man and have some babies of your own." I said and finished getting ready.