Saints & Sinners pt 5: The End

I know this is a short and lame ending...but I'll make it up to you with the next story, I PROMISE!

SHERITA JOHNSON

It was 3pm when Sherita Johnson received the phone call that would change her life. She was still dealing with the fact that she was pregnant with another mans child, and she couldn’t take anymore stress or bad news in her life right now. To make matters worse, she hadn’t heard from her husband all week, she missed her son, and her daughter was acting strange. Her life was beginning to fall apart, and she didn’t believe that she could put the pieces back together. She was trapped in a world filled with lies, deceit, and secrets and she didn’t know how much more she could take. The sound of the house phone disturbed her thoughts. She checked the caller ID and noticed a number that she didn’t recognize.

“Hello?” she answered

“No...that’s impossible! You have the wrong person...no!!!”

She screamed in horror as the threw the phone against the wall, breaking it into pieces. There had  to be a mistake, she thought as she grabbed her purse and her keys. She picked up her cell phone and called her son as she got in her car and began the drive to Atlanta to identify her husbands dead body.

It was normally a 3 hour drive, but she made it to Grady Memorial Hospital in an hour and a half. She began crying when she saw her husbands lifeless body in front of her. There was a doctor and a police officer standing next to him.

“What happened?” she asked.

“He was shot by a drug dealer.”

She didn’t know how to react. What was he doing around drug dealers? She was hurt and confused and needed time to think. She realized that she wouldn’t have to deal with the situation of telling him that she was pregnant by another man. She felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders, and she would be able to live her life free from the scrutiny of her husband and the church.

Triangle

BASED ON A TRUE STORY....

Emptiness
Fear
Resentment

Those were the feelings that I felt when I woke up next to him. I loved him. He said he loved me, but I knew deep down that he didn't. He was there for the sex. He knew that he could get it from me whenever he wanted it. He had me wrapped around his finger, and it was a terrible feeling. How did it get to this point? How did I slip so far. I told myself that I would never be the victim of this type of relationship. I told myself that I was better than this, yet here I was. STUCK. I was tired of creeping in hotel rooms. I was tired of being his sideline hoe.

It didn't start out this way. He would call me EVERYDAY and we would talk about everything from sports to politics to religion. I knew he was married. I knew he had a son. But I didn't care. When we talked it was just about me and him. He told me that he loved me and I believed him. I loved him. I thought he was my soulmate, but I was wrong.

I looked at him on the bed next to me as he opened his eyes. He smiled at me, but I couldn't do anything but turn away.

"Baby what's wrong?" he asked.

"You know what's wrong with me. Don't even ask"

I wanted to punch him in his jaw for all the times that he had hurt me. For all the times he hit me. For all the times he lied to me. He rubbed my thigh and started nibbling on my ear. I tried to resist, but he knew that was my spot.

"Stop" I said

He started kissing my neck and before I knew it we were making love. I was on my hands and knees and he was behind me stroking slowly and passionately. He grabbed my waist and started moving faster and faster until we both climaxed.

He walked to the bathroom and got in the shower as I laid back in the bed. Twenty minutes later he was fully dressed. I didn't say anything to him as he left.

TWO HOURS LATER

*Knock Knock*

I thought it was HIM. I smiled as I opened the door, but I was disappointed when SHE walked into the room. She and I had a relationship a few years ago, but things didn't work out. She knew that I was into guys and she couldn't handle it at the time. Since then our relationship has improved and we talk about everything. She could tell that something was bothering me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't wanna talk about it," I replied.

She leaned over and gave me a hug.

"It's gonna be ok," she said.

I knew that she still had feelings for me, and she knew that I was dealing with my situation. I looked up at her and when our eyes met it felt like we were the only two people on earth. Something came over me...I kissed her. We leaned back on the bed and started tearing each others clothes off. I was feeling vulnerable and I needed this moment. I needed to feel loved...

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Did you miss me? Of course you did. I've been HELLA busy lately and neglecting the blog...NOT good. So I'll try to do better...promise ;)

The EX That Wont Go Away...

I have this EX. Technically he was my first BF, but it really doesn't count because we never had sex and we were both VERY young. We did the whole 'stayin up late every night on the phone' thing, and that was about it. Even though he was younger than me, he had a lot more 'experience'. (That's my nice, subtle way of calling him a hoe...oop). The relationship didn't work because he played too many damn games, and I was too old for that.

We tried it again a few months later, and again the relationship failed.

FAST FORWARD

5 Years Later

We have somewhat of a friendly relationship. He calls sometimes to 'check up on me'. He says that I don't call him enough.

DUH

Why would I call him? He's my EX. And he has a MAJOR attitude problem. I also have an attitude problem, and two bad attitudes don't play well together.

Besides, I have a BF and he knows this. But the dude is cute tho...kinda short, but he has a decent body and some EXCELLENT boy puss (so I've heard). So if anyone out there has the patience to deal with a psychotic psycho, let me know!

Aint Gonna Make It...

I HATE sales...I really really really HATE sales. I hate the thought of pushing people to buy shit that they really don't need. Unfortunately, that's what I'm forced to do for a living. Yup...sell unnecessary shit to people that don't need it.


OKAY




Let's try to have a positive attitude. At least I'm employed, right? So that's something to be thankful for. (Although if I had stayed at Sprint ONE MORE MONTH I woulda been laid off and able to claim unemployment for a few months.)


OKAY


That's still the WRONG attitude. Like I said, I should be thankful that I have a job when tens of millions of people don't. I guess the job itself isn't that bad...its the managers breathing down your neck every five minutes and the trainers that lie and tell us we're in the 'people' business when its all just a numbers game. OH WELL

Johnny Weir

This guy is kinda cute...I saw his interview on Chelsea Lately and almost fell in love. OK not love...lust. And I like his personality...He can DEFINITELY GET IT!

And he's a figure skater, so you know he's got that GOOD

Homophobia

One of my coworkers is homophobic. We were talking about church, and this is how the convo went:

Her: Are you going to church this Sunday?
Me: IDK maybe...what church do you go to?
She mentioned some off the wall church that I've never heard of, then asked me what church I attend. When I gave her the name, she turned her nose up. I asked if there was a problem.
Her: I heard things about their ministry that bothers me. And they have a large gay population and I think that's wrong.

RIGHT

OK I'm exaggerating. She didn't say gayness was wrong. She said that the gay couples at the church show a lot of affection...kissing/hugging/etc, and she thinks thats wrong (and it is...PDA is not meant for the Lords house)

BUT

This isn't the first time she talked about the gay community in a negative manner. She ALSO believes that gay people shouldn't raise children because the children will turn gay AND she believes that all gay people were raped/molested/abused at some point in their life.

UGH

This bitch is FUCKIN STUPID...

And she always says "I love gay people, and I don't have a problem with their lifestyle"

BITCH please...that's like when white people say that they have a lot of black friends...