what she was told when she saw the look on Juan’s face. Seconds later, she left.
“Ma, are you gonna be okay?” Juan asked.
“Yeah, but I need you to help me be strong. Don’t hate your father. Learn from this and be better than him.”
“I just don’t get it. What the hell is it going to take for you to leave him? What is it going to take? He fucked around on you and caused you all this pain, and you still don’t see he ain’t shit!”
“Juan, stop it. I don’t need to hear all that right now. Just be there for me. That’s all I need,” I replied.
“I’m sorry, Ma. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. Can you just get me a bottle of water from the kitchen? I’m gonna go to bed and get some rest.”
When Juan brought my water upstairs, I downed three sleeping pills to help me escape my problems…once again.
****
On Christmas morning I woke up to breakfast in bed. I guess this was Juan’s way of cheering me up.
“Merry Christmas my Queen. How are you feeling?” My son greeted me with a kiss on my cheek then placed the tray at the edge of the bed.
“Baby, I’m fine, what you got over there?”
“I made eggs, turkey bacon, fruit salad, and fried potatoes.”
“Wow, it looks good. I’m so glad I taught your ass how to cook,” I replied with a smile. However, Juan didn’t return the expression.
“For real Ma. What are you gonna do about Rich?” he asked wanting answers already.
“Baby, it’s really over this time, I promise you that. I just have to come up with a plan.”
“I got you, Ma. Whatever happens, I’ll be by your side.”
“In due time, but for now I need you guys to be strong for me. I need you kids more than ever. No arguing, no drama, just love, that’s all. It’s Christmas.”
I tried hard to hold it all in, but I got emotional and my eyes begun to tear up. I also tried to enjoy my breakfast, but it wasn’t long before my appetite disappeared. I needed Rich to come home. He had some explaining to do. At that moment, it was as if Rich was listening to me because the house phone started to ring. Quickly glancing at the caller ID, I noticed that it was Rich.
“Juan, this is your father. Let me talk to him in private,” I requested.
I could tell Juan was uneasy, but didn’t hesitate to leave the room. My hands began to shake as I pressed the talk button. “Hello.”
“Where’s my daughter? Let me speak to her,” Rich said. “Her cell phone is off, and you know I don’t really do messages.”
He couldn’t even say Merry Christmas. “So, I left you an important fucking message last night, and you’re just calling me back?” I yelled. “What if something had happened? Do you care about anything other than fucking other women?”
He let out a huge sigh. “You don’t need me. You have Juan there.” His tone was cold and unconcerned. “Besides, that’s why I’m callin’ to check on my daughter.”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
“Lisa, I’m gettin’ ready to lose my fuckin’ patience. Can you tell Denie to get on the phone? I’m not really interested in talkin’ to you about anything right now. It’s Christmas, shit. Can I get one day with no damn naggin’?”
I was so mad, that I instantly threw the phone across the room causing it to hit the wall and shatter in several pieces. “Fuck him!” I belted as I jumped out of bed. At that moment, I told myself I wasn’t going to allow Rich to fuck up my day.
Walking downstairs, I attempted to enjoy the holiday with Denie and put aside our differences. She was on the floor opening her presents, so to break the ice I gave her a kiss and sat on the floor beside her.
“Thanks for my Tiffany necklace, Ma.”
“You’re welcome, Denie. You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, I do. Who were you upstairs yelling at? My dad? Did he call?”
I shook my head. “No.” I knew it was wrong to lie, but I just didn’t care. If
“Ma, are you gonna be okay?” Juan asked.
“Yeah, but I need you to help me be strong. Don’t hate your father. Learn from this and be better than him.”
“I just don’t get it. What the hell is it going to take for you to leave him? What is it going to take? He fucked around on you and caused you all this pain, and you still don’t see he ain’t shit!”
“Juan, stop it. I don’t need to hear all that right now. Just be there for me. That’s all I need,” I replied.
“I’m sorry, Ma. I’ll do whatever you need me to do.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. Can you just get me a bottle of water from the kitchen? I’m gonna go to bed and get some rest.”
When Juan brought my water upstairs, I downed three sleeping pills to help me escape my problems…once again.
****
On Christmas morning I woke up to breakfast in bed. I guess this was Juan’s way of cheering me up.
“Merry Christmas my Queen. How are you feeling?” My son greeted me with a kiss on my cheek then placed the tray at the edge of the bed.
“Baby, I’m fine, what you got over there?”
“I made eggs, turkey bacon, fruit salad, and fried potatoes.”
“Wow, it looks good. I’m so glad I taught your ass how to cook,” I replied with a smile. However, Juan didn’t return the expression.
“For real Ma. What are you gonna do about Rich?” he asked wanting answers already.
“Baby, it’s really over this time, I promise you that. I just have to come up with a plan.”
“I got you, Ma. Whatever happens, I’ll be by your side.”
“In due time, but for now I need you guys to be strong for me. I need you kids more than ever. No arguing, no drama, just love, that’s all. It’s Christmas.”
I tried hard to hold it all in, but I got emotional and my eyes begun to tear up. I also tried to enjoy my breakfast, but it wasn’t long before my appetite disappeared. I needed Rich to come home. He had some explaining to do. At that moment, it was as if Rich was listening to me because the house phone started to ring. Quickly glancing at the caller ID, I noticed that it was Rich.
“Juan, this is your father. Let me talk to him in private,” I requested.
I could tell Juan was uneasy, but didn’t hesitate to leave the room. My hands began to shake as I pressed the talk button. “Hello.”
“Where’s my daughter? Let me speak to her,” Rich said. “Her cell phone is off, and you know I don’t really do messages.”
He couldn’t even say Merry Christmas. “So, I left you an important fucking message last night, and you’re just calling me back?” I yelled. “What if something had happened? Do you care about anything other than fucking other women?”
He let out a huge sigh. “You don’t need me. You have Juan there.” His tone was cold and unconcerned. “Besides, that’s why I’m callin’ to check on my daughter.”
“I need to talk to you about something.”
“Lisa, I’m gettin’ ready to lose my fuckin’ patience. Can you tell Denie to get on the phone? I’m not really interested in talkin’ to you about anything right now. It’s Christmas, shit. Can I get one day with no damn naggin’?”
I was so mad, that I instantly threw the phone across the room causing it to hit the wall and shatter in several pieces. “Fuck him!” I belted as I jumped out of bed. At that moment, I told myself I wasn’t going to allow Rich to fuck up my day.
Walking downstairs, I attempted to enjoy the holiday with Denie and put aside our differences. She was on the floor opening her presents, so to break the ice I gave her a kiss and sat on the floor beside her.
“Thanks for my Tiffany necklace, Ma.”
“You’re welcome, Denie. You know I love you, right?”
“Yes, I do. Who were you upstairs yelling at? My dad? Did he call?”
I shook my head. “No.” I knew it was wrong to lie, but I just didn’t care. If
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