Page 62 of It’s The Dawg In Him For Me

“No.”

Rosama turned around and looked at me once he reached the bottom of the steps.

“You have until my birthday to take care of the shit.”

“And if I don’t?”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “Then your mama will be puttin’ you on a shirt. I’ll be labeled a widow and carry the fuck on before I let you stop any motion in my life.”

I was stunned that he even talked to me like that.

“FUCK YOU, ROSAMA!” I yelled as he walked out of my house, slamming the door behind him.

But I wasn’t done. I threw some sweatpants on over my gown, ran down the steps, slid into my slippers, grabbed my keys, and raced out of the house just as he was pulling down the street. I jumped in my car and followed behind him, not too close ‘cause he knew my car.

We moved through traffic slow. During stops, I tried to use my phone camera to zoom in on his phone to see who he was talking to, but he never stayed still long enough.

After a while, he took the exit to the Bronx. I was confused about who he knew in the Bronx and why he would be pulling up as late as it was. He hit a few side streets, then pulled up to a house.

I parked a lil’ ways away, but still had a good view of him walking up the steps and knocking on the door. I pulled my phone out to get a picture of the bitch that thought she was gonna take my man away from me.

The door opened, the bitch walked out, and I dropped my phone into my lap.

“Nylah?” I said to myself. “My fuckin’ dress designer.”

I watched her smile hard as hell as he picked her up, kissed her, and carried her inside her home.

My mind started to spiral, thinking about me pouring my heart out to her and her friends about what I was dealing with, and the whole time, she’s fucking him.

Tears formed in my eyes, my heart was racing, and my hand was shaking. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go and knock on her door and ask her what the fuck she was doing with my husband, but then I remembered my issue is not with her, for real. It is with him.

I picked up my phone to make a call when I got a text from Shyheim. At the same time, Courtney was calling.

“Courtney,” I said, trying to hide the emotions in my voice. “I-I...I won’t be in today.”

“Oookay…” she said curiously. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just not feeling the best.”

“Okay, well let me know if you need anything.”

We hung up, and I pulled away from Nylah’s house, making sure I remembered her address as I made a call to my stepbrother Gary.

“Hey,” I said as soon as he picked up. “I need to come see you for something.”

Gary gave me the okay and sent me the address, and I was off to Jersey.

On the drive, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Rosama looked at me. How I used to look at him and saw a man who loved me. Now I see somebody I don’t even know. Then my mind flashed to the way he looked at Nylah and how he smiled and embraced her in a way that he never did me.

I was hurt, so damn hurt, but I was over being hurt and was going to get even. I was gonna get even in a way that Rosama had no choice but to call me for help.

It took me almost two hours, but I pulled up to my stepbrother's house. I sat in the car thinking about what I was about to do for a second, making sure I meant the choice I was about to make. As I was thinking, I got an email from Rosama’s lawyer.

Just checking to see if you signed the papers yet.

I closed the email, got out of the car, and walked up Gary’s sidewalk. It was still early, and he had me standing on his sketchy ass porch longer than I wanted to. When he finally came to the door, I pushed my way inside.

“Hey, you good?” he asked.