Maybe it’s insecurities, but a woman’s intuition is rarely ever wrong. The saying goes, if you have to question whether your man is cheating or not, then likely he is. And with every day that goes by, I—me, Shontia “Tia” Moyé—am faced with this reality when it comes to my raggedy tail baby daddy, Major Banks.
Call him whatever derogatory name you want, which I do, but Major doesn’t care. He has only one thing in mind and that’s money. Once a street hustler, Major’s mentality has always been in survival mode (he told me this); but after years spent in prison and county jails for countless drug charges (he told me this too), he is determined not to go back. Plus, he possesses an insatiable appetite for nice things. So, he has perfected a new hustle: selling women a false sense of hope. And with that comes a bunch of f*ck boy behavior to keep me stuck on stupid. Yeah, I admit it; I am.
But how does that one song go?
“Who’s making love to your old lady…while you were out making love?”
Yeah, I’m tired and about to show him that audacity can be reciprocal; but will it be enough to reverse these f*ck boy blues and ditch him? Can I allow a man from the past be the future I dream of with Major and for once be happy, or will Major’s spoiled, selfish, and self-absorbed ways try to keep me from moving on even though he knows he’s failing me? Can he confront his faults and rectify them before it’s too late?
* heavy sigh *
We’ll see…
Genre: Urban Fiction
Call him whatever derogatory name you want, which I do, but Major doesn’t care. He has only one thing in mind and that’s money. Once a street hustler, Major’s mentality has always been in survival mode (he told me this); but after years spent in prison and county jails for countless drug charges (he told me this too), he is determined not to go back. Plus, he possesses an insatiable appetite for nice things. So, he has perfected a new hustle: selling women a false sense of hope. And with that comes a bunch of f*ck boy behavior to keep me stuck on stupid. Yeah, I admit it; I am.
But how does that one song go?
“Who’s making love to your old lady…while you were out making love?”
Yeah, I’m tired and about to show him that audacity can be reciprocal; but will it be enough to reverse these f*ck boy blues and ditch him? Can I allow a man from the past be the future I dream of with Major and for once be happy, or will Major’s spoiled, selfish, and self-absorbed ways try to keep me from moving on even though he knows he’s failing me? Can he confront his faults and rectify them before it’s too late?
* heavy sigh *
We’ll see…
Genre: Urban Fiction
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