I took a seat in the recliner near the door. No matter where I went, I was still cautious. I didn’t know Jourdell outside those prison walls; therefore, there was no trust for him.
“What’s the word?” I asked, jumpin’ straight to it.
He sat on his couch before speakin’. “I peeped the interaction between you and Spot. I’m assumin’ you and my daughter are a thing.”
“That’s not your business, Jourdell,” I quickly chimed in.
“But it is. That’s my baby girl you fuckin’. What kind of pastor are you? I know y’all not supposed to be doin’ no shit like that.”
I stood just as quick as I sat. These people in the state of Tennessee were testing my faith as well as my patience. If I didn’t get out of there, Jourdell would see Hades before Alexis could.
“Whatever your thoughts are of me personally, don’t matter. Regardless of what genetic ties you have with your ‘baby girl’, you and I both know she belongs to me. And the reality of it isyoucalled onmefor help. You know for a fact she doesn’t want nothin’ to do with you, but that’s where I’m supposed to come in, right? You know there’s no Journei without me. Don’t hit my line no more.” I reached for the doorknob.
“Wait, Pastor. As a man, I know when to apologize. I may have come at you wrong, but Spot will always be my business. That’s my daughter at the end of the day.”
My body couldn’t turn fast enough to follow the motion of my head. “The same daughter you beat on, right? You talkin’ ’bout the daughter you used to lock in a basement? Maybe I’m trippin’.”
I walked out the door, letting his words fade behind me. I didn’t care to sit with him in the first place, so I had nothin’ else to say. He’d better find somebody else to mend their relationship.
My hands, feet, and possibly other objects wouldn’t have been kept to myself if I stayed any longer. I saw Jourdell had a way of using his words, but I was a man of action. He’d better gon’ ’head.
Journei
Emotionally unstable was the phase I had entered of the pregnancy. I sat in the bathroom, crying over that stupid ass wife of mine. That short bitch really played in my face like I wouldn’t leave her.
It was one thing to make a mistake, but to carry on a whole relationship with someone else as if she wasn’t out here married had me bemused.
I wanted to beat her ass one final time for fuckin’ me over. I was good to her and showed her the utmost respect to gain nothin’ but disrespect from her. Money couldn’t solve this problem between us; however, a divorce would.
A knock sounded off on the door with the receptionist’s voice following behind it saying, “Sorry to bother you, Ms. Evans, but Mr. Forbes is ready for you.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right out.”
I had to get myself together, or else the divorce I so desperately wanted wouldn’t happen. Breaking my vows was somethin’ I never wanted to do. Alexis was my world… until she wasn’t. I hated that she tarnished my views on marriage.
Love was supposed to bring happiness. I married that damn girl because she made me happy. The union we shared made mefuckin’ happy, but she fucked all that up with her friendly ass mouth and pussy.
I turned the water on to clean my face up. Today was the last day to shed a tear over what we had. No more energy would be given to my past. That went for her and my sorry ass father.
Within a few minutes, I was back to wanting riddance of Alexis Tucker. Walking out the bathroom, I put a smile on my face and followed the receptionist. I wasn’t leaving that office until I saw divorce papers being drafted.
“Mr. Forbes, your eleven o’clock has arrived,” she said and left once I was acknowledged.
The attorney walked toward me with a hand extended and a smile on his face. He was a bit too cheerful for my liking, but I pushed my opinions to the side. He was a called-in favor that I was grateful for.
“Ms. Evans, how are you? I’m Michael Forbes.”
I took his hand and gave it a slight shake. Aggravation was starting to set in, and I didn’t want it to show. My irritableness wasn’t toward him personally but the bullshit as a whole. I shouldn’t be there.
Once again, I pushed how I felt to the side and returned the energy. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”
“Please have a seat wherever makes you comfortable, and I’ll come to you.” He ushered me further inside his office, and I decided to sit on the leather sofa.
Moments later, he joined me with his MacBook and notepad. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted from this divorce, but I was sure as we talked it would come clear.
Alexis never pressured me into signing a prenup, so I was entitled to everything she owned. Her money was taller than she was if stacked and longer than any measurement you could throw out.
“How soon can this be finalized? I have a son that needs to be able to grow freely.”
