Commemorative Blog Edition of “The Break-up”

Eleven years ago today marked the first day of the rest of my wonderful life. That was the day that everything was officially over….and believe me everything was over with a BANG….literally a bang.
Here's the story:
About two weeks prior to our break-up, I had gone to his house late at night and "caught" him with another girl. Devastated, but not really, I'd ended things. I'd ended things with he and I…relationship wise, but as far as him being a dad, that was still in full effect. He had the baby every Saturday night and every Wednesday night because he was off on Thursdays. Being an 18 year old, who still needed to party and hang out with her friends, those were the nights that I chose to go out. Dude caught wind that I was dating again, and I used those nights that he had our son to go out on dates. The babydaddy knew that I was not one of those young moms to throw the kid on grandma so I could continue to be the normal 18 year old, and he knew that I only did my own thing when I didn't have my son…so the wonderful babydaddy/ex-boyfriend decided that he would not have his son sleep at his house on "his" nights, he would rather pick him up the following mornings. Was dude serious? Sad thing, he was dead serious. There go my nights…he was the one cheating and he's mad because I'm dating? Selfish, I tell you…plain selfish. Anyway, I had a seven o'clock class on Thursday mornings. I had to drop the baby off to his house by 6:30 and race to school. Dude knew my schedule, and knew that I get out of class at eight thirty. Nine o'clock came and I started receiving phone calls from him. I picked up and he asked me where I was…I told him I was at breakfast. Suddenly, dude tells me that he has things to do and he can't watch our son.
FIRST OFF….you're not a flipping babysitter that I have hired to "watch" my son while I go get my education. You are his father who knocked me up in highschool so no other dude would date me or want to date me! You are his father that should want to be with him on his days off so you can bond one on one with your son…You are his father who shouldn't consider it a privilege to be in his son's life, but something NORMAL to be a father to his son and to be active in his life.
I couldn't believe he was saying he couldn't watch him. I realized the game and decided to ignore him. I hung up on him and continued to ignore his phone calls.…at this point there was no reason to be calling me. Phone kept ringing. I had just got my brand new Ericsson flip phone and every time I saw his name I would "flip" that thing closed so hard…I used to love that flip phone. After breakfast I still didn't call back. Me and the new boo decided to spend the rest of the morning with each other, so I was definitely not going to pick up the baby. I decided to take care of other things and I finally made it back to dude's house at one in the afternoon. I didn't even make it in the house. It's like that nigga was waiting with his forehead pressed up against the window waiting for me to come home. He came out of the house and threw the baby in my arms. He went back in his house to grab the rest of the baby's things and proceeded to throw them in my car. He looked in my backseat and saw that I had several changes of clothes and then he peeped my cell phone. He tried to go through it but I had a lock on it. When we were together we knew each other's lock code for the phones, but since we weren't together anymore, and because I didn't want to be put in a situation such as this to have to answer any questions, I changed the code. He's pissed because he couldn't look through my call log (there weren't text messages back then, lol) and got mad because he couldn't unlock it. The devil must have taken control over him because this nigga threw my brand new cell phone on the ground and it smashed into pieces. I used to work three raggedy days at Publix a week, and because I had pampers and whatnot to buy for my son, I couldn't run to the store for something every time I felt like it. I had to save so hard for that little cell phone, and this nigga just broke it like he didn't know what I had to go through for it. I can't describe my anger I felt at that moment. Then I look, and he starts throwing all my clothes and shoes outside of my car….he acted like it was his car and I was doing him nasty. I put the baby down and ran over to collect my things. I also went to try and get his ass…I tried grabbing him away from my car, but come on, you know my size…especially back then…I wasn't gonna stop him from doing anything. He asked me where I was going changing my clothes. Crazy me done went and told this nigga that I was at my dude's house and wanted to take a shower before I went to work….oh hell…next thing I know, dude is choking the life outta me, in broad daylight, in front of his house, in front of my son. I started screaming, the baby is screaming…all the while, dude's father is in his room laid out across his bed watching TV like he did every-single-damn-day. I'm screaming for him to come out…didn't see him. I can't remember what made him stop, but he did…thank GOD. I realize this nigga has lost his mind and didn't even try to fight back. I grab the baby, grab up whatever I could grab on my way to my car and strap the baby in his car seat. He starts walking back to the house and starts yelling at me to take MY baby home and don't bring him back because he aint taking care of my baby if I'm gonna be tricking every day. Well, now the fear instantly turns into anger…there goes that bi-polar girl I previously talked about. That evil angel taps me on my shoulder and shows me a bottle on the floor of my car. Remember those THICK THICK THICK glass bottles that Gatorade used to come in back in the day? The ones where even if it dropped on the ground it would just roll, it wouldn't even break? Well, I'm glad my car was always so junky because this crazy girl had one of those bottles in the car. I grabbed it so fast and started walking to his vehicle. Just as I was walking, dude's father miraculously fills up the doorway, big self, and yells, "Don't do it…that car is in my name, don't do it." I looked at him and asked, "Didn't you hear me screaming out here when your son was chocking the breath out of me?" He said, "Yea, I heard…but that has nothing to do with me…that's between y'all two." After hearing that come from his father, I felt a bit of sadness for my babydaddy…with a father like that, how could he ever be a man of standard, honor, or integrity? That's another blog though…
Anyway…evil angel tapped me on my shoulder and told me I didn't have time to feel sorry for this idiot, and told me I had a job to get back to. I screamed at his father, "Since you wanted to stay out of that, then stay out of this!" He says, "Girl, I will call the cops on you so fast!" I merely said two words, "F*** you!" ~excuse me French~ But, I Bammed the shit outta that windshield so hard that the bottle shattered in my hands. I got in my car and prayed that those stupid two niggas didn't call the cops. If they did, I never got arrested, that didn't stop me from hiding out. I stayed out friends and aunts houses for about two weeks I was so scared.
Nevertheless, that was the last day of our relationship (with no relapses I'm proud to say…y'all know how a babymama/babydaddy situation can get), but eleven years later, we're still fighting!