Jordan is facing years in federal prison, while Giselle is forced to hold down the household on her own. She moves her children and business to Los Angeles to be closer to her husband and Cousin Lauren as well as supporting her cousin Kieran who j...
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After the stupid shit with Jordan it seemed like my life was falling apart. The love and happiness I was filled with just a week ago was now substituted with rage and sadness. My husband the man I'd been so in love with over the last five years and had three beautiful children with just gave me and our kids the biggest FUCK YOU! I could've ever imagined.
I was supposed to be working on getting back to the mother I attended to be when I gave birth to my first son almost five years ago. Now the vessel that once held a strong woman who through her pain found happiness and handled her shit like a boss, was now diminished to shell of emptiness.
I hadn't slept in a week. Kieran and the girls have tried to get me to eat but I won't. Half the time I hardly feel like washing my ass or even using the bathroom. And once again I've allowed my duties as a mom to fall to the waist side. I so desperately wanted to be there for my kids but I couldn't. My depression was only making me do exactly what Jordan was doing to us. Abandon them.
I had mentally checked out days ago.
"Giselle please eat something! You're already getting skinnier and it's scaring me. This isn't like you babe." Chloe said as she sat a tray of grilled cheese and tomato basil soup with a cup of orange juice on my bed.
I simply rolled my eyes at her before going back to staring at the wall of my bedroom.
"Giselle you haven't slept or ate anything in days. You haven't charged your phone since last week so not only do the kids feel like something is wrong with their dad that he can't call, but now they feel like their mom doesn't love them anymore cause you won't utter two words to them." Kieran added and I waved him off.
"I know this is hard for you babe believe me, Dez is ready to go to that prison and do damage. But this isn't the way to deal with things." Chloe said empathetically.
I sucked my teeth. "You don't know shit! And the fuck do you care for huh Chloe!? You have the perfect fucking life. You get to be the mom and wife I wanted to be with the love of your life while the nigga I gave my heart to just threw everything away! So fuck you and your bullshit ass advice!" I snapped at her.
I could tell she was taken back and hurt by my words, but she never left my side.
"I'm gonna let that slide because you're going through something." She mumbled moving the tray to the nightstand by the bed.
Just then my brother Devyn walked in wearing a black Nike hoodie and grey sweats fresh off his private jet from Atlanta. I could tell by his sad eyes that the sight of me looking so disheveled hurt him to the core.
