by Cachet
My mother cried as she told me that my life was over. She believed that everything I’d worked for would go down the drain. It didn’t matter how much I told them that my goals could still be achieved even after having a baby, they still insisted on me getting an abortion. Now I love my parents to death, but that was not something that I was prepared to do. I love Terry, and I was going to have his baby whether my mother and father liked it or not. So after crying and stating my case they finally accepted that I was keeping my baby, and there was nothing they could do about it.
With me being adamant about dealing with Terry, my father got the charges dropped against him. He said that I had already humiliated myself and the family enough, and having a domestic violence charge against my baby’s father would only make things look worse. With my dad being a judge and an important member of the community, he didn’t want what had happened to change the way people viewed him and the rest of our family. Soon after Terry was released—and even though it was my father’s doing—I made him believe that it was me who dropped the charges. I wanted it to be sort of an insurance policy to ensure that he would act right because the fear of jail would loom over his head. That tactic worked for a few weeks, but for the last few days Terry has been missing in action. If he knows like I do, he better get in line before things get ugly.
Speaking of ugly, I know that Shanair is mainly the reason Terry hasn’t been answering my calls. She’s made it clear that she doesn’t like me, and truthfully the feeling is mutual. The last time I called him to ask if he could bring me something to eat, she got all loud in the background. She claimed I was calling just to get him to come over to my house because it was so late. Granted it was after midnight, but I actually was hungry and figured that he could grab me some Taco Bell or something. I mean, that is what baby fathers do. They make sure that your pregnancy cravings are satisfied. Other than hearing her call me a few bitches and hoes randomly during her rant, I couldn’t make out anything else she was saying. Whatever it was, Terry told me that if it wasn’t about the baby not to call him before he hung up in my ear.
Since then I can barely get him to answer his phone anymore, so I guess he’s sticking to her orders. I guess her pregnancy is more important than mine. It’s crazy because she just happened to find out that she was pregnant after I did. I think the hoe been knew. She was waiting to tell him, and looking for a way to one-up me. I swear I don’t like that bitch, and it’s not just because she’s his woman. Nah, I don’t like her because for some reason, she believes that she’s superior to me because she has Terry. I’m not sure why because the same man that she’s proud to call her own has not only cheated and has another baby on the way with me but has up until recently been fucking me every time he came to visit.
Do I think it’s wrong to continue to sleep with a man who is with someone else? No, I don’t because Terry is not just hers. He’s mine as well. I’m also carrying his child just like she is and it just so happens that I’m much younger, prettier, and have a better body whereas she’s old, ugly and out of shape. So why wouldn’t he want to keep dealing with me? Not only that, but I’m also educated. I have a college degree, have plans for the future and come from a very good home which is more than I can say about her ghetto ass. Yeah, I know all about Shanair and her background.
When I first found out about her, I didn’t know anything other than her phone number and her name was Nair. I did a little digging with that information and was able to find out her government name. From there I had my sister to check her out. Since she is a lawyer, she knows quite a few people who can get any kind of information that one may need. Through her, I was able to find out all of Shanair’s business. I knew where she worked, where she lived, as well as a little background about her family. Shanair’s father has been missing from her life over the last few years, and her mother who is crazier than a muthafucka, had been shipped away to a nursing home. This lets me know that besides her son and Terry the bitch doesn’t have any family. Speaking of her son, I’m not sure who his daddy is, but from what Terry has told me the guy hasn’t done a damn thing for the boy since before he was born. That lets me know that the bitch can’t keep a man. There was also some information from the police department about a few fights that she’s been in which more than likely stemmed from Terry and his cheating ways. That let me know that the bitch is a dummy. All of this makes me wonder what Terry sees in her in the first place.
Maybe it’s pity.
Whatever it is, he needs to get the fuck over it and move on. I’m tired of hearing Shanair throw out her favorite line when it comes to me. I’m the “side chick” who messed around and got pregnant. That couldn’t be further from the truth, though. I admit I did end up being the woman on the side, but me and Terry’s relationship didn’t start out that way. He courted me and told me everything that I wanted to hear in the beginning. He was with me a lot, so I wonder just how much time he had left to give to her. It wasn’t until I went through his phone and read the back and forth text messages between the two of them that got me hip to the fact that he had a woman at home. Should I have left him alone, yes, but by then I had feelings for him and figured that I’d stick it out. I thought Terry would see the error of his ways, and be with me and only me.
I know it sounds crazy, but I love the hell out of Terry. To you he may be a no good dog, but to me he’s my child’s father, and honestly speaking I believe that he may as well be my soul mate. So I guess you can understand why it is that I want so badly for this to work out. You see I grew up in a two-parent household. My mother and father have been together for well over thirty years, and I want my baby to be able to say the same about me and his dad. That is something that I will not bend on; especially since I’ve had it in my head for as long as I can remember.
My ex, Daniel Wade, and I used to always talk about getting married when we were younger. We planned to have children, raise a family and grow old together. This dream continued as we grew older, and by the time we graduated high school, we were both excited for our future together. We both ended up attending the same college, and at first everything was great between the two of us. Then months in I noticed that our plans, and all the things that we’d talked about were not as much of a priority to him as they were for me. While I was planning weddings and baby showers in my head, Daniel was more focused on vacationing all around the world. His explanation of his sudden change of heart was the fact that he wanted us to get married and travel first. That way we could fully enjoy each other before the children came along. That was total bullshit to me, and I quickly let him know that. Apparently, me pushing the issue of us following our previous plans scared him, and as soon as our junior year started he broke up with me.
I was heartbroken, and couldn’t believe that the man who had promised that we would spend the rest of our lives together had dumped me. Those feelings multiplied when I found out that almost immediately after our break-up, Daniel hooked up with my roommate’s best friend. I couldn’t believe that he would stoop so low. With all of the girls at our school, he just had to pick the one that I had to see on a daily basis. Just seeing them around campus smiling and holding hands had me sick to my stomach. It wasn’t like I could go to any of my friends and vent because all of my friends were back home. I didn’t have any at school other than this guy named Mike that I grew up with, and he was busy most of the time getting into shit with his other friends, so I couldn’t really talk to him. Most of the girls on campus didn’t like me because they believed that I thought I was better than them because my family had a little bit of money, but that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t that I thought I was better than them, it was just the fact that I had better things to do than to party and fuck random fraternity boys like they did.
Anyways, Daniel’s disrespect spread around the University quickly, and before I knew it, I was the laughing stock of the school. Everybody thought it was funny to know that some financial aid having, cheap clothes wearing, below average
looking freshman had stolen the stuck-up little rich girl’s man. Daniel didn’t make it any better because he flaunted that bitch around the school like she was royalty. He knew that shit hurt me, and he didn’t even care. After a few weeks of feeling like crap, I had quickly grown tired of being the laughing stock and decided to do something about it. I made plans to let them both know that I wasn’t going to be played with.
I began to follow Daniel everywhere he went, and whenever I would catch them together, I’d act a damn fool. From popping up at a restaurant and cutting up, too dragging her out of his car at the drive-in and beating her ass, I did it all. After a few altercations with the two of them—and me basically making their lives a living hell—they broke up. I guess the bitch got tired of all the drama that came along with dating a guy who clearly belonged to someone else. I wasn’t done by a long shot, though, and Daniel soon found that out when I did the same thing to the next chick and the one after that and the one after that. This continued to happen until he ran out of females on campus to date because no one wanted to deal with the crazy ex-girlfriend.
Everything was cool for a few months. I was doing great in school, and I had no worries about Daniel dating because I knew that nobody was dumb enough to be with him. That was until Daniel found him a girlfriend off campus. It was then that things got a bit more hectic. It all started when I began to notice that Daniel, who usually partied at one of the frat houses every weekend, would disappear from campus every Friday after his last class, and wouldn’t come back until Monday morning. This had gone on for a few weeks before I got tired of wondering where the hell he was going. One Friday, I decided to follow him to find out for myself. After tailing his ass for almost an hour, he pulled up in front of this house and beeped the horn. I thought that one of his buddies would come out and greet him. I was shocked when some pretty brown skinned female walked out instead, switching her ass.
My blood boiled as I watched Daniel climb out of his car and kiss her passionately, before walking around to the passenger side of the vehicle and open the door for her, allowing her climb inside. I remember wondering where on earth he was able to find the chick because I had never seen her around school before. I later found out that she was one of his frat brothers sisters, and they had hooked up during one of his visits. Furious, I hopped out of my car and raced over to where they were. Before Daniel could stop me, I reached into the car, grabbed a handful of her hair, and proceeded to pound on her face. With each hit I threw, she screamed. The sounds of her yelling excited me and made me want to do as much damage as I could, just so she would know that the man she had been seeing was mine.
Once Daniel was able to pull me off of her, I saw that her once blemish free face was now scratched up and bloody. Daniel pushed me to the side and rushed to her aid.
“Ashley, baby are you alright?” He asked while he tended to her lovingly.
This pissed me the fuck off. I snatched him out of the doorway by the back of his shirt and started to wail on her again. Daniel didn’t like that. He grabbed me around my waist, carried me around to the other side of his car and threw me in the grass. Before I got a chance to hop up and attack him, he was already inside his car. After closing the door and locking it, he reached over and examined Ashley’s face before turning to tell me just how crazy he thought I was through the small crack in the window. When I overheard Ashley yell that she was about to call the police, I put my ass in gear and left the scene. I couldn’t afford to get arrested because I knew my father would have killed me if he found out what I had done. I smiled as I jogged back toward my car and climbed in because I knew that it was the end of little Miss Ashley.
Unfortunately, that didn’t work out in my favor because every weekend Daniel would continue to leave and go to her house. It upset me to know that they would continue to see each other no matter how many times I popped up on them or how much havoc I brought into their lives. I wasn’t done, though, and that’s even after the bitch went and got a restraining order against me. Of course, I pretended to follow it. I had no choice because my father had pulled a lot of strings to keep me out of jail for her attack. So I had to at least act like I was following the court’s orders.
That all changed when I found out that Daniel had asked the bitch to marry him, and she accepted. It was then that things got really bad. I ain’t even gone lie, that shit ate me up because there he was about to start a life with someone who wasn’t me. I immediately made up my mind to put an end that shit once and for all. I refused to allow that bitch the ‘happily ever after’ that Daniel had promised me years ago. I racked my brain until I came up with the perfect plan, a plan that would remove Miss Ashley out of Daniel’s life permanently.
My little stunt worked like a charm, and it was bye-bye Ashley. After a big police investigation and being questioned numerous times, I was cleared of any wrongdoing, thanks to my daddy. Soon after, Daniel disappeared as well. It had been almost a month since I had seen him, and I was growing antsy just wondering what he was doing. At first, I thought he had gotten better at hiding from me, but after I had stopped by a few of his classes, I was told that he hadn’t attended them in a few weeks. It took me a couple more days to uncover the truth. One day while inside a bathroom stall, I overheard another one of Daniel’s frat brother’s girlfriends, talking about the incident. She and her friends were calling me crazy for what had happened to Ashley. She also said that although the police couldn’t prove it, they knew it was me. I sat on the toilet with a smirk on my face as she continued to talk shit about me. It wasn’t until I heard her say that Daniel had transferred to another school that my ears perked up.
Armed with that information, I continued to try to find a way to get in touch with him. Over and over again I kept coming up empty-handed. I got in touch with everyone I could think of. I called Mrs. Wade, his grandmother—who was the one that raised him—as well as a few of his friends back home, but no one would give me any information. In fact, they all called me crazy and hung up in my ear. It took months for me to give up after I came to the conclusion that he didn’t want to be found. A few weeks later one of my friends back home saw Daniel and relayed the information to me that he was back in our hometown and was attending a local college there. That was perfect for me because I wouldn’t have to go to some strange place to find him. It just so happened to be the same week of our spring break, so I dropped everything and brought my ass back home. I was determined to mend our broken relationship, and get back on track with our future plans. There was no doubt in my mind that Daniel would finally see the error of his ways, and realize just how much he loved me.
That weekend, I put on something sexy and made a pit stop at Daniel’s grandmother’s house. It was perfect timing because as soon as I pulled up, I saw his car parked out front with the lights on. Moments later, he walked out of the house, climbed inside and pulled off. I immediately started to tail him keeping a safe distance behind. Once I saw that he was headed to the local club on the other side of town, I called a few of my homegirls—who were also on Spring break and back home—and asked them to meet me there for a few drinks. With my friends on their way, I watched Daniel park in the rear of the building. Since I knew there was a second door back there, I waited a few minutes before I went inside.
When I finally caught up with Daniel, I sat back and watched him from afar. This had lasted for close to an hour before my friends got there, and we started to party. On the dance floor, I moved my body sexually, hoping that I would catch Daniel’s eye, but I never did. He was too preoccupied with the chick he was with. I wasn’t sure if she had come with him, or he had met her there. Either way, I was in the process of walking over to where they were and acting up when Terry approached me. At first, I was going to brush him off and continue on with my mission, but then a thought came to mind. I figured I could use him to my advantage. I figured if Daniel saw me talking and flirting with another man, he would realize just what he was missing, and come to his damn senses. Unf
ortunately, that didn’t happen, and while I was being all ‘extra’ talking to Terry, Daniel and I locked eyes. I don’t think I’d ever seen someone move that fast. He had a terrified look in his eyes as he grabbed the chick’s hand he was with, and damn near dragged her toward the door.
At that moment, I felt defeated and wasn’t sure if I would see Daniel again. I feared he would run, and I would never be able to find him. While I fought the tears that were threatening to fall, Terry continued to try to play his hand. Up until that point, I hadn’t even been paying him much attention. When I finally focused on the man in front of me, I saw that he was very attractive and fit. The muscles in his chest bulged against the front of the button up shirt he was wearing, and his arms were as thick as my thighs. With nothing else to lose at that moment, I gave him my number. I figured there was no need to play hard to get since the love of my life apparently didn’t want me any longer. We kicked it a few times that week, and once I got back to school Terry continued to call me. We ended up talking a lot. It was all those late-night conversations that got me, and slowly I found myself liking him even more. Eventually, I fell in love.
If I were to be completely honest right now, I would tell you that Terry is solely the reason for me moving back home once I finished school. I am supposed to be living in California right now teaching elementary school. I changed my mind when I saw how things could play out with Terry. My plan was for us to continue dating, and eventually move in together. After dating for a few months, maybe even a year, Terry would ask me to marry him, and we would start our family. Some may call me delusional or a sucker for love for jumping the gun after only a few months of talking to him, but I know what I want and Terry is it. I just have to make him see it. Unfortunately, I’m now three months pregnant by him, and even though I want nothing more than to be his woman, I’m still stuck on the sidelines. That’s all about to change though because I got some shit up my sleeve. As you can see, I don’t give up when there’s something that I want, and Terry is it. So Shanair and whoever the hell else better watch out because I’m playing for keeps.