I AIN'T MAD AT CHA!
We had been divorced for about a year and a half, but we were still intimate for that first year. The “agreement”, if you can even have an “agreement” after a divorce, was when one of us met someone then we would stop. Well, he met someone and so the agreement ended, or so I thought. Things were fine until he would come over to repair something at the house and when he was finished he wanted his “payment”. I kinda giggled and said there is no payment like that here and we laughed it off.
Then, it was his weekend to get the kids and that Saturday I got home from shopping and saw that he and the kids were there playing outside, I’m looking like why are y’all here and it’s YOUR weekend. He said “we can’t just come over? What’s wrong with that?” I said, “Well you don’t live here, that’s what’s wrong!” After a few days of not conversing he came by the house and I refused to let him in (and that’s when the fight broke out). Just like before when we were married and he couldn't get his way, there would be major fights (pushing, shoving, cussing, slapping, punching and shoving…he did a lot of shoving) the police would be called out ect... His other personality would show up and threaten everyone. So, I called his mom and told her that she needs to talk to him. She said “why?” I said “cause he can’t just come by unannounced day and night thinking that he still runs this house!” She said “well y’all shouldn’t have been sweet hearting from the beginning”… I replied, “well, he’s gonna get hurt if y’all don’t talk to him”.
The next week my daughter had to go to camp, since there was not a “babysitter” at the house while I worked, I sent the kids to stay with relatives. The kids called their dad on the third day, that they were away, and during their conversation they told him that mom was home alone. But I wasn’t, my cousin (the one that carries two pistols) was there with me. When I found out about the conversation the children had with him, I immediately packed an overnight bag to go stay with a friend. I guess I took too long finding matching socks because by the time I got the warning that he knew I was alone he was there within 15 minutes.
He’s knocking at the door….he’s knocking at the windows….he sees us, me and my cousin, and says “what’s up, y’all don’t want to let me in?” We answer “no”. I guess my cousin got a lil itchy with one of his pistols and he opens the door. I run to the door and tell my ex to leave, PLEASE. He doesn’t. He and my cousin exchange words and then the gun is pulled out. My ex sees it and says “come on man, give me a hug, it ain’t got to be like this”. My cousin answers “yes it does, after all you have put my cousin through” and they hug…..you know that soap opera hug where one person has a gun and then the gun goes off and you don’t know who got shot until next week.
My ex is shot three times and by now I am going berserk, I’m running outside asking for help, “call the police for me or him”. The police come, the ambulance comes, we go downtown to make a statement, relatives come to see what happened and to comfort us. After about 3 hours from the time this chaos started I get 6 calls from the emergency room, it’s him, saying “I ain’t mad at you for me getting shot”…..WHAT!?!?
My daughter called from camp the next day to tell her brother happy birthday and she said, momma did you know Michael Jackson died today; I’m thinking “baby, that ain’t all”.