Sunday, January 24, 2010
Which brings me back to Harry, and the subject of his Babymamma. Now I hate Baby mama drama. Any man who comes to me and tell me he still lives with his Baby Momma, ex-wife, ex-girlfriend, or his mother...gives me pause for concern. Why would any man live with his ex? There are multiple reasons that men give you..and some sound so genuine and truthful that we like gullible women fall for them. Now I'm not saying that some of them aren't true. You do have some good men out there (which I am yet to find) who tell it like it is and are truthful, but if a man tells you something, and deep down you feel like he is lying, or there is a little voice telling you that something is just not right with his explanation, trust me, that is your instinct, and you need to trust it. Harry had told me the deal with his Babymomma..who I'll just call Tricia. Tricia was flying in from New York to spend a couple of weeks with their daughter, and she was staying with him. I was deeply concerned about this, but I didn't want to seem overly jealous of the mother of his child who was married to a next man and was residing in a next country, so i dropped questioning him and said "Uh huh"...and switched topics.
We had another lovely weekend, in which he wined and dined and fetted me...of course this seemed like a prelude, a sort of calm before the storm scenario, because Tricia was arriving Wednesday, I asked Harry if he was gonna pick her up and he said no. He would be too busy as most of his days and nights were spent on the road. Plus he said they needed to talk and finally put and end to their relationship (And all this time I thought there was no relationship..how could there be? The woman was living in another country and was married to another man for christ sakes!). Anyhoo he said once she was settled he and her would talk.
"Listen, I want you to know two things...one, If you and her decide to resume your relationship I don't want to be apart of it. I'm serious, If she still wants you, and you want her, I'm not gonna be the third wheel here. I'm gonna let you go."
He looked amused. "Are you Joking?" he asked, "No." I said, "I don't want to get involved, I already have feelings for you I don't want it to go any deeper and I get hurt." "OK." he said, "what's number two?"
"If she decides, even if you guys don't reconcile, there is no relationship save for your child, but if she decides to stay with you, as in live in your house, in your room, drive your car, basically live with you, I'm cutting out."
His eyebrows raised puzzled "Wha yuh mean?" he queried "Di ooman nuh come dung yet, mi nuh know wha shi a do? An mi nuh tink shi wulda really risk loosing har greencard and all wha shi go tru fi stay dung yah so. Dat nah happen" he shrugged. I sighed and said "Look 'ere, nuff people seh tings nah go happen an baps! It happen! I don't know what gwine happen wen shi come back dung, fi all i know di two a oonu a one big happy family an yuh jus use mi as a 1990 lada until yuh 2009 benz come." I kissed my teet. I was slowly getting upset...whenever I got really upset my inner Jancrow came out, and I was cussin' in creole, something about the whole situation told me that I was right, something could happen, and I was the new kid on the block.
He hugged me and kissed my head, "That is not gonna happen. I would'nt hurt you ever. Look how long mi a try look yuh? Mi really like yuh, mi woulda never hurt yuh so. Once me an har talk, mi will let yuh know wha happen." he promised.
Yeah...right. My inner voice said. I wasn't gonna put him on practice, but I really liked Harry, I had been single for soooo long it felt good to have someone for your own. I just didn't want to lose that, and I didn't want to get hurt. I prayed that night that if he should hurt me, that I would have the strength to not settle, and that I would just bow out and move on.
Wednesday arrived, I called him, just to check up on him, we talked for awhile, he told me to stop worrying, and that he was on the road. He would call me later.
That was Wednesday. Thursday came, no phone call.
Friday, Saturday, none. I called his phone multiple times, acting like a crazy deranged woman, desperately clinging to straws in an ocean where I was drowning. He did not return a single one. I called sometime 11 or more times for the day, using my cell, my home phone, my work phone...it was like an obsession. I was growing more desperate, angry, emotional as the days passed. Until I called Belle my best friend and broke down crying to her, telling her what a fool I had been to trust so easily, "Dat dutty, Bl*&dcl@$t!", I yelled at her..."Dat no good, nasty, rasshole! Dat no good Wuckliss..." and so I continued to scream, yell, shout, bawl..until eventually I settled down, my sobs stopped. Belle waited until I had settled down before she spoke.
"Kitten," (that was her nickname for me), "Kitten...how long were you and Harry dating for?". I paused, "About 2 weeks".
"Uh Huh," she said "Honey, the thing with you is, you are a smart, independent, beautiful, funny-as-hell woman who can get any man she wants. And you are letting this guy who you've been going out for 2 weeks, get to you. You are bawling over a guy you don't even properly know, just because he hasn't called you. Does that make sense?" she calmly stated.
I thought long and hard for about two minutes. "No it doesn't." I sighed. "You're right...maybe I was cocky whipped?" I suggested hopefully. "No honey" Belle stated "You were just settling. For the first time in a long time you found a single guy who treated you like a princess, you were spoiled by him, and you got too clingy. Now you're acting like a crazy, emotionally unstable woman...and all this for a man who possibly...and I may be wrong...just possibly wanted some coochie." she further explained.
I thought for another minute. Then sighed, maybe she was right. I was acting out of desperation for a man I barely knew. What in the world men had over us that they could make a prefectly normal woman act like a deranged, psychotic, mentally unstable freak!? I went from 0 to 100 in two weeks! Now that I thought about it, I was such an idiot! I should have anticipated this! From he told me Tricia was coming back...and after a week I never heard from him, he didn't answer my calls, nor return them, I should have just said "Oh well, he was a great fuck...Next!" And move one. But no, I turned into a snivelling, worrying, whining, bawling, emotionally attached, man-clinging, out of control, freak. The type of women I love to hate. Well No more.
If this is what Baby moma's did to perfectly sane women who were convinced that there was nothing going on between their new partner and the mother of his chil/children, then I was not gonna have anymore of it. You live and you learn, Fool me once, shame on you, Fool me twice, shame on me.
"Thank Belle"...I siffled, drying my tears. 'So what you gonna do honey", she asked. I stopped drying my tears and a sinister smile came on my face.."I have a date". I replied. "With who!?" she exclaimed.
"Would'nt you want to know! I'll call you in a day or two and let you know how it went! Cioa darlinggggg! Muah!" I shrieked and hung up before she started grilling me. I went to my little black book, picked up the phone, and searched for a number. "Hey Jack, yea..long time no talk..what you doing later?" I smiled happily.
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New rule:ladies if you sleeping with more than one artist and you get pregnant wait until the baby born & dna done before u call name
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From wha day every groupie weh get pregnant get it wrong a wha gwaan,and wha gwaan wid dem artist yah unu nuh fraid a aids
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Thank God mi a cool dem groupie yah a move cold & some a dem hot like ten fireside so mi woulda get a jacket to
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Thank God I done DNA on ma kids,ma bredren support a yute till he was 16 and ready for high school he found out a nuh him
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Posted by Met From Jamaican Groupies at 2:33 PM
WELL DEM SAY DIS IS DING DONG FIRST BABY MOTHER... ANYHOW MI HEAR SAY BIG TIME SHIFMENT GWAAN INA DI PORTABLE PISSPOT.... KENNY GET DRAW UP BIG TIME FROM MR KNEECUP/DING-A-LING-LING... AND A BLAME HAR ALL FI MEK HIM MADDA GET SOME BLOWS INA DI DASHING OUT..... dat part nuh right ..HENNYHOW DEM SAY DINGAZ LINE UP KENNY N TELL HAR FI STOP HYPE PAN FB CAUSE HIM DONT CLAIM ANYONE AND DI ONLY REASON HIM STAY A HAR HOUSE IS BECAUSE A HIM SON( dingz if u did say so u lame cause dats a bucket widout a bottom...holds no water) FURDER DUNG DI PISSPOT AND SED HUH MUCH TIME SHE TRY SEN IT ON AND HIM SAY NO CAUSE HIM HAVE HIM OOMAN( Met dont believe this one fi a second!) AS TO DINGZ LOCATION DEM SAY WHEN KENNY DID A SAY HIM INA HAR BED HIM DID PANIM WAY TO HWT.. AND HOW DI MADDA BEX BAD... now I aint dissing a soul but if di madda really bex wid kenisha ova di blog sum reasoning lacking somewhere... all di people dem say is dat di madda dont like har... at no time did anyone come n say kenisha say di madda dis or that so if it really go so Ding Dong unno is unfair and unno fi look ina unnoself and stop point pan others fi unno shortcomings...Reading with REASONING is the basic fundamental necessity to a healthy brain function.. nuff a dis a indignancy wid a tups a ignorance...
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Cold. My first time in London. Never expected it to be this cold. Marvin lived with his cousin Colin in Lee, east of Lewisham. Colin attended college. Marvin was supposed to be assisting an uncle in some trucking firm or the other. Colin was a fatter version of Marvin, full of jokes. My spirit took him quickly as he made me feel comfortable. It was a two storey house, just like the other houses, elegant, gardens to the front and back, tastefully furnished. Lifestyle of the urban man I suppose. As soon as we entered the bedroom, our emotions took over, followed by an evening of passionate sex. For all his faults, Marvin was a champion in bed and he knew it. It wasn’t just about him and he knew how to please a woman, in all ways. Nothing was too much for him. He cooked that afternoon. He never cooked in Jamaica. After a while I brought up the subject that we were both avoiding. Not in a bitchy way, exactly how I had rehearsed it. Marvin JR was doing fine and Marvin wanted me to be part of the child’s life. Marvin began telling me of the great plans that he had for the child, but then he stopped, as if finally remembering something. He said that he would speak on the plans another time and we hugged and kissed.
After two days at home, crazy sex and catching up on news, Marvin explained that he had to tend to business in Birmingham would be away for several days. No problem as I had friends who I wanted to visit in Thornton Heath. After extensive instructions, map drawing, kisses and more sex, Marvin left me in Colin’s care. Colin and I walked to the rail station. One train, one tube, another train and we arrived at our destination. Caribbean accents were everywhere, Yardie, Trini, Bajan. The Africans were fully represented. Colin stopped at a barbershop and I wandered in the area looking. As expected, I saw a few people from Jamaica, and soon I got invitations to stay in the area. “Ova desso weh yuh deh boring. Over yasso ah occur. Come stay nuh..”. I wanted to but I promised Marvin that I would stay close to home. It didn’t escape me that a few quickly changed the topic when I mentioned Marvin’s name. I met my friends and we went shopping, Colin was a welcome addition with his humour. That night when we reached home, the bags were heavy and my feet hurt. Sneakers and jeans became standard after that. Travel to Thornton Heath and Croydon became as easy as ABC. Some days I went out on my own to other places. The huge cathedral where Princess Diana got married (don’t ask me the name now), the Tate Modern Art Gallery and Greenwich, that was on some hillside, were places I found in my touring. No clubbing despite the pleas of my friends. They called me boring. I wanted to move at my own pace and to avoid the dance scene over here. Plus I had more personal reasons why I wanted to avoid the drinking, the dancing, the cigarette smoke and anything that would cause any discomfort. A secret. A big secret. A secret so big that it made me call Marvin when I was in Jamaica and insisted that I visit him as I missed him so much. Between tears I told him how I can no longer go on without seeing him. The tears were plenty and caused by many thingss, Marvin’s absence was dead last on the list – he was better off in the dark. As I prayed, Marvin agreed to me travelling to England, for him to take care of my needs. He said it was the least he could do and that he rated me for being true to him despite his fuckery.
Before leaving for Birmingham, Marvin gave me a cell and he called me every day. He sounded genuinely tired, even frustrated, saying that he had to be keeping some late hours at nights and that he had to be monitoring so many things at once. I told him to keep safe. Marvin’s several days turned into three weeks. Delays he said. He apologised. He said he loved me. I loved him too, in my own way. It was about midnight and I was asleep when the cell rang. I answered. Silence. Then after a couple seconds that oh so familiar deep, smooth, voice made me jump up. “You good”...he said. damn, Damn, DAMN!! Way down in my heart I knew this moment would come. Just didn’t know when. “Yes, I’m good”....my heart racing now. And with that ladies and gentlemen, he hung up. No goodbyes. No later. Marco just hung up. And with that one call, hearing that voice, picturing the man, remembering our nights, when we shared our thoughts, our bodies...... Men are fucking assholes. But how we love them!
Colin and I were sitting in Victoria Station when I heard the voice calling Colin’s name. She came over, leggy and shapely as when I saw her in those pictures on the internet, in those videos. Colin got up and greeted her with a toothy smile and introduced me, without a word of caution or anything. Just like friends introducing friends. She looked at me then the eyes widened, that look of surprise, and I could make out the word “fuck” barely whispered from her lips, Kelly looked at me. I looked at her from head to feet. She looked much better in person. Colin was too busy playing goo goo gaah with the baby that he had taken from Kelly’s arms. He didn’t seem to care about the unfolding drama, right beside him, that was about to drown out the noise the trains were making. Happy Colin. Frightened Kelly. I looked at her. She looked away and was trying to use her eyes to get Colin’s attention. I asked her how she was doing and she was lost for words. I asked her to sit and she did. I sat beside her and moved a shopping bag that was between us. The fat one was so caught up with the baby. She was staying with relatives. She didn’t say where. She wasn’t working but Marvin was taking care of the child. Poor child was obviously too scared to tell me that he was also taking care of her. She was waiting on some plans to come through before returning to Jamaica. More like waiting on me to leave then fuck Marvin on the same bed. Nope. That was not right. I was fucking on the bed AFTER she and Marvin fucked the life out of it. I told her that I was happy for her and the baby and that we needed to keep in touch. I had to say something nice.
Colin handed Marvin JR to Kelly. I asked her if I could hold him and she looked hesitant. From the corner of my eyes I saw Colin nod to her and then she handed me the bundle of joy. He was so cute, bouncy and unaware of the tangle of a mess that he was in. It was then I noticed. I almost cried out but took hold of myself. Kelly was now speaking to Colin. I looked at the baby and from that small innocent face those well known eyes were staring back at me.
*Article written by Belly Bang*
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