that I had made the right choice.
I was Mrs. Niveah Leanna Jones, and I always would be.
Well…hopefully.
~***~
“Good morning Mrs. Jones,” Santana chimed in my ear.
The smile on his face was priceless.
I was married again---and I couldn’t believe it!
After two terrible marriages, for a while, I had given up on love.
It seemed like everyone that I ever truly loved either left me, or had to die to get away from me; and I was starting to think that it was my destiny to be alone forever.
But along came Santana.
He was different and I knew that no matter what, he would always love me and remain loyal to me.
He wouldn’t leave me when he felt like I was no longer good enough. He wouldn’t want to back out of our marriage simply because I no longer served a purpose in his life.
No, he was going to love me, forever---I was sure of it.
But then again; I was sure the first two times too.
We moved to Georgia because my Daddy came up with an astounding engineering idea that hundreds, even thousands of companies use still to this today.
Instead of simply buying his idea, they moved his family closer, to Georgia, so that my Daddy could see the initial process and launch all the way through.
We had come from living from check to check; to having more money than we knew how to spend. Our lives changed drastically, and though we weren’t as rich as some; we were a long way from poor and from where we used to be.
Our lives changed drastically, fast, and we all had to learn to keep up with those around us.
We lived in a nice, gated community and surprisingly, we weren’t the only black family there. We were surrounded by wealthy, educated, people of color .
My first husband, Tony, and his family were actually our next door neighbors.
We were a family of five; Daddy, Mama, my older brother Antonio, my oldest sister Shante, and I was the youngest.
But Tony was one…of twelve.
Their house seemed as though it’d taken up half of our street. It was one of the biggest houses I’d ever seen. Tony’s father was a famous and very wealthy doctor and out of all of the brothers in front of him, Tony had been the one to follow in his footsteps.
But Tony was nothing like his father.
Mr. Johnson, though very rich and extremely busy; he still loved his family. He adored his wife and his children. He was faithful and no matter how much money he had; his family was always first.
Tony on the other hand, had his priorities all mixed up.
Once his father retired, he left him all of his celebrity clientele and from that moment on Tony was never the same.
At first, things were amazing between us. I mean after all, we had been around each other and each other’s families for years. We were very comfortable with each other and we truly thought that we had it all.
All we’d wanted was something genuine and everlasting; but something happened to Tony along the way.
The more money Tony made, the bigger asshole he became. The kind, and gentle man that he once was, became non-existent. He seemed to be angry all the time. He started turning to other outlets such as alcohol and drugs to relieve some of the pressure and to give him an extra boost throughout the day.
And turning to everything else, turned him completely away from me.
But no matter what, for me, divorce just wasn’t the way out.
Understand one thing, I was the youngest. Just when I was becoming my own, I was taken away from all of my friends and put in an environment that I knew nothing about. Mama became so busy being the face of the family. Daddy was always working. My oldest sister a year later married and eventually moved away. And my brother, well, I just won’t even go there. Either way, when I needed someone the most; I was always alone. I made a few friends, but I bonded better with boys, and that’s where Tony came in. I guess in a way he was Joey’s replacement, but my attachment to him became something that I just couldn’t control. If I could
I was Mrs. Niveah Leanna Jones, and I always would be.
Well…hopefully.
~***~
“Good morning Mrs. Jones,” Santana chimed in my ear.
The smile on his face was priceless.
I was married again---and I couldn’t believe it!
After two terrible marriages, for a while, I had given up on love.
It seemed like everyone that I ever truly loved either left me, or had to die to get away from me; and I was starting to think that it was my destiny to be alone forever.
But along came Santana.
He was different and I knew that no matter what, he would always love me and remain loyal to me.
He wouldn’t leave me when he felt like I was no longer good enough. He wouldn’t want to back out of our marriage simply because I no longer served a purpose in his life.
No, he was going to love me, forever---I was sure of it.
But then again; I was sure the first two times too.
We moved to Georgia because my Daddy came up with an astounding engineering idea that hundreds, even thousands of companies use still to this today.
Instead of simply buying his idea, they moved his family closer, to Georgia, so that my Daddy could see the initial process and launch all the way through.
We had come from living from check to check; to having more money than we knew how to spend. Our lives changed drastically, and though we weren’t as rich as some; we were a long way from poor and from where we used to be.
Our lives changed drastically, fast, and we all had to learn to keep up with those around us.
We lived in a nice, gated community and surprisingly, we weren’t the only black family there. We were surrounded by wealthy, educated, people of color .
My first husband, Tony, and his family were actually our next door neighbors.
We were a family of five; Daddy, Mama, my older brother Antonio, my oldest sister Shante, and I was the youngest.
But Tony was one…of twelve.
Their house seemed as though it’d taken up half of our street. It was one of the biggest houses I’d ever seen. Tony’s father was a famous and very wealthy doctor and out of all of the brothers in front of him, Tony had been the one to follow in his footsteps.
But Tony was nothing like his father.
Mr. Johnson, though very rich and extremely busy; he still loved his family. He adored his wife and his children. He was faithful and no matter how much money he had; his family was always first.
Tony on the other hand, had his priorities all mixed up.
Once his father retired, he left him all of his celebrity clientele and from that moment on Tony was never the same.
At first, things were amazing between us. I mean after all, we had been around each other and each other’s families for years. We were very comfortable with each other and we truly thought that we had it all.
All we’d wanted was something genuine and everlasting; but something happened to Tony along the way.
The more money Tony made, the bigger asshole he became. The kind, and gentle man that he once was, became non-existent. He seemed to be angry all the time. He started turning to other outlets such as alcohol and drugs to relieve some of the pressure and to give him an extra boost throughout the day.
And turning to everything else, turned him completely away from me.
But no matter what, for me, divorce just wasn’t the way out.
Understand one thing, I was the youngest. Just when I was becoming my own, I was taken away from all of my friends and put in an environment that I knew nothing about. Mama became so busy being the face of the family. Daddy was always working. My oldest sister a year later married and eventually moved away. And my brother, well, I just won’t even go there. Either way, when I needed someone the most; I was always alone. I made a few friends, but I bonded better with boys, and that’s where Tony came in. I guess in a way he was Joey’s replacement, but my attachment to him became something that I just couldn’t control. If I could
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