When He Cheatin' and You Still Love Him 2 Read Online Free
Author: Cachet
operator once again.
Irritated, I toss my phone down to the foot of the bed. I’m so tired of hearing that damn message recording. How the hell do you allow your voicemail to get so full that people can’t leave messages? On top of that, how many times do I have to call your phone before you call me back? That’s all I want to know. The fact that the phone is ringing lets me know that it’s not dead or turned off. Terry has at least seen that I’ve called him. He’s just ignoring me. Dammit, I’ve dialed his number about a dozen times and haven’t gotten an answer yet.
I’ll tell you what, he’s got a good hour to call me back from that raggedy ass phone, or I’m going to act up. For all he knows something could be wrong with either me or the baby. If he keeps playing with me, I’m going to take my happy ass to the hospital and claim that something is wrong with the baby. I bet that will make him jump. If it doesn’t, I’m going to do something that I swore I wouldn’t do again, and that’s show up at his house. Trust me, he doesn’t want that. Especially after what happened the last time. I know it’s sad, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now I’m desperate as hell.
I’m really hoping that it doesn’t come to me popping up at his house. Not only for his sake but mine as well. I can’t even begin to explain how embarrassed I am by the way I acted that night. Going to his house and acting a fool was way out of character for me. I was not raised to behave like that. Over the years, I’ve tried my best to remain polished and carry myself as a lady as much as possible when I’m in the public eye, but just like a few times before, that day I lost it. I’m not sure what happened. I guess I just snapped. It’s not a first for me. When I get angry, I’m not accountable for the things that I do. Not only was I hurt that night, but I was confused, as well as angry. The man that I had grown to love had walked out of my apartment after I shared that we were expecting our first child together, and he left nothing but a few hundred dollars behind for me to get an abortion. That gesture cut me deep. I knew Terry wasn’t going to jump for joy about my pregnancy because he had told me numerous times that he didn’t want any more kids, but I didn’t expect him to say screw me either.
That night was a crazy one that will forever be etched in my mind. There he was standing in the rain begging me to go home. Terry promised me that he would come by and see me the following morning, but I wasn’t falling for it because he had ignored my calls that entire day. He didn’t even bother to respond to any of the text messages that I’d sent, yet he was standing there swearing that he would come over to my apartment. No sir, I was no fool, even though I acted like one. I mean, I cut up. I screamed, punched, and even went to my vehicle and got my bat. I brought it down over and over again all over his car while he pleaded with me to stop. I was already too far gone, so his pleas fell on deaf ears.
After all the commotion I caused brought Shanair outside, you should have seen my face when I finally laid eyes on her. Although the rain played a part in me not being able to see her clearly, I was still able to see her good enough. The very first thing that I noticed was the fact that she was short as hell. I stand at five-foot-nine, and she looked like she barely cleared five feet. Not only did she look like a little ass girl, but the bitch also put you in the mind of a chewed up Tootsie Roll because she was extremely dark and had a weird ass shape. She had on a stretched out baby tee and some tight jeans that not only showcased her dented cellulite thighs, but they also did nothing to flatter her bulging muffin top that spilled out of them. I wanted to laugh, but I was too hurt. I couldn’t believe that I was standing face to face with Terry’s woman, and that was what she looked like. I
Irritated, I toss my phone down to the foot of the bed. I’m so tired of hearing that damn message recording. How the hell do you allow your voicemail to get so full that people can’t leave messages? On top of that, how many times do I have to call your phone before you call me back? That’s all I want to know. The fact that the phone is ringing lets me know that it’s not dead or turned off. Terry has at least seen that I’ve called him. He’s just ignoring me. Dammit, I’ve dialed his number about a dozen times and haven’t gotten an answer yet.
I’ll tell you what, he’s got a good hour to call me back from that raggedy ass phone, or I’m going to act up. For all he knows something could be wrong with either me or the baby. If he keeps playing with me, I’m going to take my happy ass to the hospital and claim that something is wrong with the baby. I bet that will make him jump. If it doesn’t, I’m going to do something that I swore I wouldn’t do again, and that’s show up at his house. Trust me, he doesn’t want that. Especially after what happened the last time. I know it’s sad, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and right now I’m desperate as hell.
I’m really hoping that it doesn’t come to me popping up at his house. Not only for his sake but mine as well. I can’t even begin to explain how embarrassed I am by the way I acted that night. Going to his house and acting a fool was way out of character for me. I was not raised to behave like that. Over the years, I’ve tried my best to remain polished and carry myself as a lady as much as possible when I’m in the public eye, but just like a few times before, that day I lost it. I’m not sure what happened. I guess I just snapped. It’s not a first for me. When I get angry, I’m not accountable for the things that I do. Not only was I hurt that night, but I was confused, as well as angry. The man that I had grown to love had walked out of my apartment after I shared that we were expecting our first child together, and he left nothing but a few hundred dollars behind for me to get an abortion. That gesture cut me deep. I knew Terry wasn’t going to jump for joy about my pregnancy because he had told me numerous times that he didn’t want any more kids, but I didn’t expect him to say screw me either.
That night was a crazy one that will forever be etched in my mind. There he was standing in the rain begging me to go home. Terry promised me that he would come by and see me the following morning, but I wasn’t falling for it because he had ignored my calls that entire day. He didn’t even bother to respond to any of the text messages that I’d sent, yet he was standing there swearing that he would come over to my apartment. No sir, I was no fool, even though I acted like one. I mean, I cut up. I screamed, punched, and even went to my vehicle and got my bat. I brought it down over and over again all over his car while he pleaded with me to stop. I was already too far gone, so his pleas fell on deaf ears.
After all the commotion I caused brought Shanair outside, you should have seen my face when I finally laid eyes on her. Although the rain played a part in me not being able to see her clearly, I was still able to see her good enough. The very first thing that I noticed was the fact that she was short as hell. I stand at five-foot-nine, and she looked like she barely cleared five feet. Not only did she look like a little ass girl, but the bitch also put you in the mind of a chewed up Tootsie Roll because she was extremely dark and had a weird ass shape. She had on a stretched out baby tee and some tight jeans that not only showcased her dented cellulite thighs, but they also did nothing to flatter her bulging muffin top that spilled out of them. I wanted to laugh, but I was too hurt. I couldn’t believe that I was standing face to face with Terry’s woman, and that was what she looked like. I
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