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Dominique
I was bored as fuck, and I had no one to blame but myself. If I had a normal social life with friends or, at least, a healthy relationship with my family, I would have people to entertain me when I couldn’t get in touch with Bando. Things started changing in my life the moment I met and began to date him. And over the past five years of our… entanglement… I’ve lost more people and things than I ever imagined I thought I would.
It was a Saturday evening, and instead of me having the time of my twenty-eight-year-old life, I was sitting on the couch as “Living Single” played in the background. I’d seen the reruns so much I knew the episode playing word for word, but that wasn’t the reason I was half listening. I was half listening because my eyes were trained on my phone.
I never thought I’d be the type waiting by the phone for a nigga to text back, but I was. The first text I sent Bando went through around eleven this morning. It was eight p.m., and I still hadn’t heard from his ass. The longer I waited for his reply, the more irritated I grew. My mind kept replaying over and over again the fact that he was probably with his wife trying to play me instead of being in the streets getting this money.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I called him, and he immediately sent me to voicemail. That shit only pissed me off more. And he knew that. That was one of the few things I asked of him – don’t ever ignore me. I had a horrible childhood, and as punishment, my father would ignore me for hours. Days. Just because I looked like my mother. She died giving birth to me.
Any time a man ignored me, it immediately triggered me and took me back to my past. That little girl who would have said and done anything to get her father’s attention. His love. Validation. Hell… a hug and a smile.
Immediately after he ignored my call, I sent him a text that said, If I don’t hear from you within one hour, this will be the last text you EVER get from me.
By the time I’d finished rolling my blunt, he was texting me back.
Here you go.
No. Here you go. Where you at? And why did you ignore my call? I haven’t heard from you all damn day.
I apologize Dominique
My eyes rolled, and I chuckled as my nostrils flared. He didn’t tell me where he was, which meant he was at home with her. I knew that in my mind, but my heart still needed him to say it.
Where are you Bando?
At the hospital. Kimber had the baby.
I stared at his text for so long my eyes dried. After blinking, I texted a simple Congratulations and blocked his damn number, vowing to never speak to him again.
Massaging my temples, I fought my tears.
How in the fuck did I fall in love with a married man?
Well, there was really no need in me asking that because I was already aware of the answer.
When I met Bando five years ago, we never really talked about our relationship statuses. I was single, and because he pursued me so heavily, I assumed he was too. Bando was in the streets way heavier than he was now, and I would always be riding shotgun with him as he took care of his business. He bought me anything I ever wanted, made me quit my job so he could pay my bills, and showed me a life of luxury that I’d only dreamed of.
By the time I found out he was married, I was sprung as hell. Not only was he charming and sweet with a rough side, but he had big bank and a big dick. Bando was that perfect mix of sweet, savage, and romantic… I was absolutely smitten over him.
At first, I tried to cut him off, but that didn’t last long. He really fought to get me back, and he explained his situation with Kimber to me. Though they were married, they weren’t in love. He told me that he would divorce her, and like a damn fool I believed him. To his credit, he did file for a divorce, but it was never fucking finalized. She found out she was pregnant with their first child three months later, so he stayed around.
Technically they were still legally married even though we were in a relationship. To him, the fact that he’d filed for divorce should have been enough. He said he was sticking around only for the baby, but one baby has turned into three, and we still haven’t had one. I used to wonder if God was punishing me by not giving me a baby knowing how much I wanted one, but it was nights like this where I realized He was looking out for me when I couldn’t look out for myself. The last thing I needed was a baby to attach me to Bando for the rest of my life.
Yes, I loved him, but I refused to be his side chick any longer.
With a sigh, I lit the blunt and allowed my eyes to settle on the TV. Bando had given me a lot, but he never gave me what I really needed from him. And being with him had taken away so much from me. It didn’t just take away my family and friends who didn’t approve of us, but he took my peace and security too. My confidence. My mind. He kept doing his thing over the years and I was a fool to think he’d ever change.
We worked so well in the beginning because he was in the streets more, which meant he had more time for me. The moment Kimber had their first child, Bando Jr., that changed. He was at home more, with me less, and obviously in her pussy faithfully. Meanwhile my dumb ass wasn’t entertaining any other niggas. It truly went down in my DMs and I was curving men left and right to be faithful to Bando.
No more.
The Fourth of July Hood Ball was two weeks away, and I was going to find someone to invite me. Every year I couldn’t go because of Bando. It was one of the liveliest nights in Memphis, and I hadn’t been able to go for our entire relationship. The Hood Ball was basically like an adult prom where you could smoke and drink and turn the fuck up! Every year a King and Queen of the streets was crowned. Sometimes it was a money maker and their spouse or two money makers who weren’t together. Bando had won for the past two years, and I wasn’t sure if his lack of time in the streets would be enough to keep him from winning this year.
There was… something about Bando. Something captivating about him. If you knew him, you loved him. He never had any enemies beyond those who envied him. You couldn’t hate him unless it was because you didn’t want to love him. He was just… that nigga. And I think that was why I wanted him to be my nigga. Because that made me that bitch.
Didn’t matter anymore.
It would be hard, as hell, but I would have to remove Bando from every part of me. Even the crevices of my soul and spirit that I wouldn’t be able to physically reach. Whatever it would take, I couldn’t make the mistake of letting another year go by or another baby come before I released him. My prayer was that one of these DMs I overlooked led to a new man to talk to and help me keep my mind off of him.
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