The Dirty Divorce by Miss KP Page A

basement of their home earlier this evening. You know Brian, it’s sad that his children have to deal with this during the holidays, my goodness, it’s Christmas Eve. Such a heart wrenching story. My prayers go out to their family,” one of the news anchors announced.
    Just when I reached for my cell phone to call Trixie, the photo of Michael Johnson appeared on the television. He was in a family photo with two twin boys and Trixie’s youngest daughter. It was my attacker. It felt like I was about to throw up.
    “Ma, ain’t that Trixie? Man, that’s fucked up,” Juan stated.
    “Where the fuck is your father? Get him on the phone now!” I demanded.
    “What’s wrong?” Juan asked.
    Realizing that he was taking too long, I reached for my cell phone and dialed Rich’s number. When he didn’t answer, I called right back. This process went on for at least five minutes, with Rich never answering my call. I decided it was best if I left a message; a fake one.
    “Rich, I really need you to call me. I think someone was following us on our way home from church tonight. I’m scared that somebody is still after us. Please come home or call me back!”
    Juan looked at me funny. “Why did you do that? Tell me what’s going on.”
    “I just need to talk to your father. He only calls back half of the time when he thinks something is wrong.”
    “Is it something I can do?”
    I shook my head. “No.”
    It was evident that Rich killed the guy, but why? Was he having an affair with Trixie? Why would Trixie’s boyfriend do those things to me if Rich wasn’t fucking her? I was furious and needed answers. The longer I waited for Rich to call me back, something inside of me just snapped.
    Immediately, I went downstairs to the laundry room and grabbed the bleach. Passing Juan in the kitchen, I tried to keep my cool, but as soon as I was out of his sight I ran up the steps and went straight to my bathroom and turned on the water in the tub. I was so upset that I wanted to kill Rich. I know he’s fucking Trixie! The guy said that he was getting Rich back for fucking his girl, I thought. At that moment, I went straight to his dresser and grabbed all of his watches. Cartier, Breitling, and even his diamond encrusted presidential Rolex, all went straight into the bleach bath. Next, I power walked to his closet and grabbed as many of his clothes that I could and dumped them all in the tub. I just kept going until I was stopped in my tracks by Juan.
    “Ma, what the hell is going on? What are you doing?”
    “Juan, I’m so sick and tired of your father’s shit. I just can’t take it anymore!” I yelled with tears streaming down my face.
    “Constantly destroying his things isn’t gonna solve anything or make him change. Come sit down and let me know what’s wrong. You’ve been acting really weird over these past few weeks. I need to know what the hell is going on.”
    “Everything’s wrong Juan. I just can’t do this anymore!”
    “Be real with me, Ma. After you saw Trixie on the news you just snapped.”
    “I can’t, Juan.”
    “Ma, I’m leaving if you don’t tell me what’s up.”
    “Nooo, Juan, please don’t leave me. Okay, I’ll tell you what happened.” Right then and there, I poured my heart out to my son and gave him details from start to finish about how I was abducted and raped. Surprisingly, along with my tears, Juan also began to cry. Something I hadn’t seen since he was in fifth grade.
    “Ma, why do you keep putting up with this shit from him? If it’s money that you’re worried about then I’ll take care of you,” Juan replied. “Man, I wanna kill that nigga. I can’t believe this!” With all the emotional anger that was going on, Denie entered the bathroom in complete shock.
    “Oh my God. What have you done to my father’s stuff? He’s going to kill you!”
    “Denie, go back to your room, and mind your business,” Juan said in a calm tone, but with a serious stare. Denie did exactly