Friends Are Foes 2By: Natalie Sade
“Not right now, maybe later,” I replied.
“Mama,” she whined, “I’m so bored. Can I call Daddy?” she wanted to know.
“Go ahead,” I answered. She grabbed the phone and found his name. She automatically put the phone on speaker. Normally when we talked to him, it was as a family, but I didn’t have shit to say to him.
I walked out of the room. I went into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I didn’t really want one, I just didn’t want to be in the room, overly excited, waiting to talk to a man that didn’t give a fuck about me. I could just see myself sitting on the floor, chills running up my spine at the sound of his baritone. Nope. I couldn’t do that to myself. I had to let that shit go. After fluffing the pillows in the living room, I headed back to my bedroom.
“Tell yo’ mama to stop being lazy and take y’all outside.” I heard him tell her.
“You come take them. It’s hot outside.” I said.
“Yea, Daddy, you come take us,” Malaysia said.
“I can’t, baby, or else you know I would.” He said.
“Why not?” I asked. Any other time he would do it. The last thing I needed was for him to think it was cool to be a deadbeat because we broke up.
“Oh yea, you’re in Dallas,” Malaysia said. I guess he told her that when I was out of the room.
“Dallas for what?” I asked. This is why I didn’t want to be in the room. I couldn’t control myself.
“For nothing,” he replied. But I knew better.
“You a damn—” I started.
“Trina,” he yelled shutting me up. He never liked to argue around the kids. “Malaysia, go play. Let me talk to your mama,” he told her.
“Really, Kwony?” I asked as soon as she was gone.
“Man you broke-up with me.” He reasoned.
“And why the fuck did I do that? You say you ain’t worried about that bitch, but as soon as we break-up you at her house.” I fumed.
“You asked for this,” he told me.
“I asked you to be with her?” I raged. If he was here right now I would slap the shit out of him. I asked him to be here for his family. He couldn’t do that whole-heartedly, so I had to let him go. If the choice was mine, we’d be married by now.
“You asked to be single,” he corrected.
“So it’s cool if I fuck other niggas?” I asked.
“We not together. I can’t be mad at shit you do.” He answered.
“Okay,” I said. Damn that hurt, I thought.
“Just don’t be on no foul shit around my kids.”
“Cool,” I said.
“I ain’t tryna hurt you, Trin,” he said after a long pause.
“You don’t think this shit hurts me. Everything I asked of you, and everything I wanted for you and us…all my prayers have been answered.” I said. Raekwon was no longer in the streets that was my biggest prayer. “But you go and be the man I prayed for, for that bitch. Nigga, get yo’ ass off my line.” I spat and hung up.
Raekwon must have lost his damn mind. Did he really think I could only be with him? Niggas tried to get at me daily. I chose to be with him because I loved him, not because he was my only option. But I guess actions speak louder than words. I logged in to my profile on TheBook. I changed my relationship status. And posted a picture of me in my cut-off shorts and crop top. I captioned it ‘Off to the park with the kiddos’. By the time we made it to the park at our apartment complex, I was already getting messages.
What’s up Trin Bean?
Justin was cool, but I wasn’t interested at all. I only messaged back, because I needed some attention.
I heard the bad news…
You and Kwony.
You heard or you just saw me change my status???
LOL. Either way his loss.
I know that. I’m cool tho.
You know a nigga always thought you was fly as hell. Let me take you out.
I ain’t ready for allat…yet
“Trin Bean,” I heard someone yell. I looked up and Rocky was approaching me. I watched as Sunshine and Jeremiah joined my kids on the playground. Rocky sat beside me. When my phone went off, I glanced at it, and then slid it down.
“What you hiding your phone for?” He laughed. “Them niggas already in ya inbox,” he said. All I could do was laugh.
“They gon’ shoot they shot. That’s what niggas do,” I responded.
“You replying, though. I saw you when I was walking up.” He told me.
“Whatever,” I said playfully rolling my eyes.
“Kwony gon’ kick yo’ ass,” he joked.
“He don’t want me. He wants Tika, always has.” I confessed. That’s something I would never admit to my home-girls, but it felt good to get it off my chest.
“That ain’t true. I’ve seen him bust a few heads for you,” he pointed out. It’s true he had fought a few guys that disrespected me. But if he disrespected me too, what point did it prove?