“What???” She burped again causing me and Bleu to step back as she waved her burp air away.
“Maybe I need to stay another month to meet her?” She said it like a question with her thin brows raised high.
I quickly shook my head no.
“Nah, gone and fire up the jet and do your soul searching. I don’t want to beef with you about disrespecting my Pancakes.” I chuckled dryly.
“Pancakes?” She dramatically clutched her chest.
“I agree with Dreu, you love saying disrespectful things like when is Truly going to take her health serious and lose weight.” Bleu’s jaw clenched.
My mom’s eyes popped out as she wildly looked between Bleu and I.
“So both of you got a thing for obese women?” She asked casually.
“Yeap, my girl big on top, small at the bottom and I love every inch of her.” I stated proudly.
“Oh my Lord.” She shook her head and continued to look at both of us like we were crazy.
“Well, if y’all like it, I better learn how to love it. I’m going to go ahead and leave tomorrow morning.” She said the last part quietly.
“Why don’t you take Ms. Earline with you.” I said quickly.
“Ms. Earline got some young dick. She said she’ll come see me in the summertime.” She waved her hand dismissively.
“I thought she was still dating the pastor?” Bleu asked.
“Chiiiilleeee he’s a rump ranger.” She giggled.
It felt good to see her smile through her heart ache.
“A rump ranger?” I asked confused.
“She caught him fucking a traveling pastor. The man is gay Dreu. Earline shut the whole church down when she found out. She stirred up so much shit that the pastor skipped town with his lover. Nobody knows where he went.” She shrugged.
I knew my mom was drunk by how she conveniently spilled messy news like it was nothing. Her posture was off, words slurred, and all of her manners were currently nonexistent.
“Damn,” was all I could say.
“Damn is right, but Earline bounced back like I’m going to do.” She smirked sinisterly.
“I heard that…gone and turn into Stella so you can get your groove back ma.” I smiled.
“I will, son…” her words trailed off.
“Both of you do me a favor.” She got serious.
She ran her hands over her wild strands of hair then looked between Bleu and me.
“Don’t give your father a hard time. I know you boys aren’t dumb…. you both knew that your father and I arrangement was umm…different. We got sloppy and stopped hiding our open marriage affairs. I just never thought that he would go this far and get someone pregnant…I also didn’t think we would everend the way that we did. Hell, I never saw an ending for us.” She swallowed down hard then briefly looked to the sky for answers. “It’s gone take a lot of adjusting, its not all of his fault either…I just loved him a little more than he did me.” She said sadly.
“I’m sure he has his reasons, but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s still your father and you two should still respect him.”
I nodded my head. Bleu murmured his agreement. I wanted to find my dad and fuck him up. But my mom was right. They both lived weird for years now. Bleu and I was used to the weird shit. There were two sides to every story. I was pretty sure my father had his own personal reasons that he would surely keep to himself. Bleu and I were both grown now. I’d be lying if I told myself I was a hundred percent okay with this shit.
Being forced to accept a change that you didn’t see coming was hard as fuck. Especially being used to always seeing my pops love on my momma know matter what Bleu and I saw with their open marriage. When I watched my dad look at my mom, I always saw love and admiration. I guess I had been wrong. Maybe I had gotten so caught up in my own life and music that I overlooked the signs of them drifting apart like this. It fucked me up, but like she said, we were both grown. This wasn’t Bleu and my dilemma to face nor answer to.
If this happened while we were still kids, it was no telling how fucked up it would’ve had us. I couldn’t stand here and deny my own feelings about it. We weren’t the perfect family, like all families we had our shit that came with us. Through all the bullshit we were tight. We got through problems together no matter how insane it was. My mom was the solid foundation that kept shit running smooth no matter how controlling and overwhelming she could be at times. She was the one who put money into my studio, believed that I could be something. She desperately wanted me to find my drive and be happy and content with my life….
