Friday, December 18, 2009

Joyride

Getting put out of Number Two's house at 3 a.m. wasn't enough to make me break up with him. One week later, we were back together. Only now I kept my belongings in my dorm room and trusted him a whole lot less.

And so our relationship continued for two more months, until the whole thing took what can only be described as a Pitiful N*gga turn.

It was Memorial Day. My sophomore year was winding down, and I was planning to spend the summer in New Haven with him instead of going back to Detroit.

Instead, I found myself lying next to him on his on-the-floor-with-no-bed-frame mattress, trying not to make a sound as there was a knock, knock, knock pounding at the door.

"New Haven Sheriff! Open up!"

I literally remember thinking, "I'm a Yale student. I don't belong here."

Eventually, the sheriff went away instead of kicking the door down, but it didn't take much longer before Number Two's dumb ass went to jail.

For taking his baby mama, Tay-Tay, joyriding in my car. For getting into an argument with her. For pulling over on I-95 and putting her out. And for driving away and leaving her on the shoulder of the busy expressway.

By the time she walked to a call box, she was so angry that she told the police he kidnapped her. And that's why the sheriff came a-knockin'.

They had yet another screaming, hollering match in my presence.

Then Number Two got arrested.

There's something really pitiful that happens to a man when he's locked up. Suddenly he loves you more than anything in the world. Suddenly you're the person he cares about, when he's shown very little evidence of giving a good God damn up until that point.

This fool had taken Tay-Tay riding in my car. He was still seeing that bitch.

And now he had a brilliant solution to his problem, since I was such a loving person.

Tay-Tay had agreed to drop the charges, all he needed was for her to show up in court. So I was to be a good little wifey and pick her up in my car and chauffeur her to the Milford court house so he could get out of jail.

Yeah, right.

I packed my belongings, got into my car and drove all the way to Detroit.

He got out of jail two or three weeks later.

(Number Two Diaries Part 5 of 8: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 | Lessons Learned Parts 1-3: 1 2 3)

11 comments:

O.F.C.J. said...

Hahaha!! Good move at the end, I must say. Oh the power of knowing one's worth.

O.F.C.J.

Candance said...

girl no he didn't!!!! glad you left him behind those good bars....real good move :)

Preeti said...

allz well if it endz well ....u left him for better and at the rt time

Luscious Sealed Lips said...

In the end, my friend, you got in your car and took the right road.

Kisses.

Bri said...

I'm smiling :]
You're awesome. Pitiful N**ga is right.

SoulMate Coach Crystal said...

Knowing our self worth is one of the most powerful tools we have. Your post takes me back to 15-20 years. HA! The lessons that life teaches us, if we are willing to learn. Great post!

Tiffany said...

Happy Holidays.

izzie said...

Hey!

No I'm not MIA... I read you everytime... and I continue admiring and adoring you girl!

I couldn't let 2009 end without sending you all my love and best wishes for the new year ahead.

You deserve the best!

Love,

Miss Toya said...

Wow...crazy story. Sounds like something I would deal with. Love the ending!

Thick Freaks said...

You're a real engaging storyteller! I think I'll follow. :)


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LtdEdition said...

I just spent the last 16 or 17 hours reading all your blog posts. I've been completely mesmerized! I'm looking forward to following along with you in 2010. Happy new year to you!

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