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couldn’t phantom how he would choose someone who looked like shit-on-a-stick over me.
    After she was outside, it was then that Terry turned his attention from me to her. I didn’t matter anymore. He turned his back to me like I wasn’t even standing there, when just minutes prior I was, ‘Baby this’ and ‘Baby that’. Terry’s pleas were now directed to her. He begged her to go back inside the house, but just like me, she didn’t budge. Instead, she stood there with a pitiful ass look on her face. I knew at any moment she would burst out crying, and it wouldn’t be just a normal cry either. It would be one of those ugly, loud ass cries that get on my nerves. The type of cry that is only acceptable if someone dies because if not, you’re doing too damn much! When I saw her on the verge of tears, I let her ass have it. 
    It was then that I spilled the beans. I told every goddamn thing I could think of. I wanted her to know about all the nasty and freaky things that her man had done with me. I didn’t hold anything back because she had to know that she wasn’t anything special. As I continued to air Terry’s dirty laundry, I silently hoped that Shanair would tell him that it was over between the two of them. In my mind, she would put him out, and then he would turn around and leave with me. We would be a family then. None of that happened, though. Instead, Terry called me a liar, all while she just stood there with her hurt ugly face. Terry made me look like a fool in front of that bitch. I remember standing there in the rain watching him attempt to console her while I was there getting soaked from head to toe.
    The straw that broke the camel’s back was when Terry put his hands on me. Granted, I had hit him first, but that wasn’t the point. Not only am I a female, but he deserved to be hit for all the bullshit that he’s put me through, all the lies he told and the fake promises he fed me. So yeah, I clocked his ass. When he punched me back—in the face at that—I couldn’t believe it. As I fell from the blow, I swear I saw a smirk on Shanair’s face. It was like she found satisfaction in him hitting me. I’m not sure how they got down, but I don’t play those types of games. Ain’t no way I’m gone let a muthafucka hit on me, and not do nothing about it. It was then that I lost it. Not only was Terry treating me like a piece of shit, but he had the audacity to not only strike me, but to do it in front of that black ass bitch. If I hadn’t felt low before he hit me, I damn sure did afterward.
    Immediately Terry tried to apologize and say that he didn’t mean it, but it was too late. The damage had already been done, and I had made up my mind that he was going to pay for playing with me. As he continued to express just how sorry he was, I looked up and saw that the satisfied smirk that was once on Shanair’s face was now replaced with sorrow. The bitch looked extremely hurt by her so-called man’s actions as he catered to me. Even though Terry’s remorse made me feel a little better, that didn’t stop me from quickly calling the police. I wasn’t trying to hear anything else Terry had to say after that because he had done too much. He wasn’t going to have make-up sex with that bitch that night. No, he was going to be locked away in cell block nine. As they drove him away in the back of the patrol car, I was the one who had the smirk on my face because it was me who had the last laugh.
    Well, it felt that way at first. Once my father got wind of what had gone down, he ordered me to come to him and mother’s house right away. As soon as my foot stepped in the door that night he flipped out. He and my mother scolded me as if I were a teenager. My actions were not acceptable to them, and they made sure they let me know me. When I told them I was having Terry’s baby, they lost it. You would have thought that I was sixteen and pregnant, and not a grown ass woman. While they went on and on about