My Husband's Whore Part 2

by Racquel Williams

  I was happy that I was in my cell by myself, ‘cause I had them moved that faggot out after he made a move on me. They had to get me off his ass; I don’t play that fuck boy shit at all. Pussy was the only thing that had my interest.

  I couldn’t take the pain that I was feeling inside. I can’t live like this, not with no HIV. The thought of having bumps, face sinking in and me losing weight. I just can’t.

  “Sorry Mama, I love you, but I just can’t.”

  I grabbed my sheets off my bunk; if this is living, death here I come!

  DESTINY

  I was prescribed Atripla to treat my HIV infection. At first I was nauseated, and often times I was dizzy and drowsy. After my body got used to the drug, it worked fine. As far as my mental state, after crying for weeks, I decided to get some counseling because I couldn’t handle it. My daughter and I have been through so much shit, we needed professional help.

  The divorce was final, and I got most of everything. I also went to juvenile court and got full custody of my baby. I got a phone call from my lawyer, informing me that Hassan tried to kill himself. I wasn’t surprised at all; Hassan was a coward by nature. He wasn’t so big and bad after all. I am mad that he wasn’t successful at killing himself. I don’t think I’ll ever feel completely safe until that bastard was six feet deep.

  Things were starting to get to normal. Did I say normal? What was normal anyways, here I was living with herpes and HIV. I knew what the end result may be, but I didn’t focus on any of that. I tried to live day by day and just try to focus on the happy times, with my daughter, Spencer and Mama.

  “What’s on your mind lady?” Spencer interrupted my thoughts.

  “Nothing, just thinking; I need to pack all this junk that I have in this house. I haven’t moved in over twenty years.”

  “Well, you can always, just walk away from it all. Start over fresh, you know?”

  “Yea, but…”

  “But, what?” he kissed me on the cheek and walked back into the house.

  I never believed in fairy tale and still don’t. However I believe his love for me is real. He was so different, he was the regular kind of dude, I usually dated. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t no punk either and that’s what makes him more attractive. My life felt so good, these days. There was no one calling me out of my name or asking me for money. I can’t remember the last time;

  I spent a dollar on anything. Not that I didn’t want to, but because my man made sure, I didn’t do it.

  I looked up to sky and smiled. I didn’t know how long I had left on this earth, but I plan on enjoying every bit of it.

  “Ma, Ma, it’s a letter from Daddy, he say he is going back to court and he is coming home soon!” Amaiya yelled, waiving a letter in her hand.

  “Hell no!” I said as I snatched the letter out of her hand.

  This bastard just won’t go away, I thought as I start reading the letter.

  THE END