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A Mother on the Edge or I Ain’t Sayin She’s a Golddiggah

November 3, 2010

My dearest family,
First off I would thank you for your caring and concern. Yes, I took the chance to take a trip without Tim and after 10 precious months of sobriety he faltered. I’m sure each of you who care is asking, how I reacted when I reached home.
(Translation: THANKS FOR YOUR HOSPITALITY ON SUCH SHORT NOTICE. AFTER TEN MONTHS OF CONSTANT BABYSITTING, I LEFT FOR A SABBATICAL AND RETURNED TO FIND THAT LATENT HOMOSEXUALITY AND ALCOHOLISM HAS RESURFACED LIKE A SEA MONSTER.)

I had no idea what I would say, do, or think. I do know that I was raw, ripped apart, and left for dead emotionally. The only thing that kept my mind, heart and mind from exploding was PRAYER! There is not much you can say to a drunken person, if you lash out it only wounds their already self-hating soul, it may give the person lashing out a brief moment of release, but the words can’t be taken back. (Translation: I CAME HOME TO FIND THAT CAPTAIN MORGAN HAS ONCE AGAIN RANSACKED MY HOME. I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT MY PHONE BILL WILL NOT BE CLOSE TO A GRAND AGAIN FOR 1-900 GUYSLOVE. SPEAKING OR RAW AND RIPPED, HOW MANY TIMES CAN A MIDDLE AGED MAN MASTERBATE AND WHY CAN’T HE AT LEAST PULL HIS GODDAMN PANTS BACK UP? FOR FUCK’S SAKE.)

As I sat across the room from this shell of a human being I once loved so dearly my heart cracked with pity and compassion. I prayed again silently, asking that the Holy Spirit would guide my words and help control my own feelings for the sake of this sad creature. The words came, and they were calm and just and clear…it was as if I had left and someone else had stepped into my being. (TRANSLATION: I ASKED MYSELF WHAT IT IS THAT OPRAH WOULD DO OR SUGGEST I DO VIA SOME THERAPIST DU JOUR. I JUST RETURNED FROM MEETING AN OLD FLAME FROM HIGH SCHOOL THAT HAS AN INDOOR JACUZZI AND POOL. HE IS GOING TO RETIRE IN A FEW YEARS AND NEEDS SOMEONE TO HELP HIM SPEND ALL THAT MONEY. I CAN ONLY PRAY THAT HE WILL NOT CHANGE HIS MIND. THANK GOD I STILL HAVE SOME SEX APPEAL LEFT… LOOK AT THIS PATHETIC FUCK. I SHOULD KICK HIM SQUARE IN THE ASS.)

At this time I have set up counseling sessions to help guide me to a choice I know I have to make. I ask that you keep me and Tim in your good thoughts and prayers so that this choice, when it comes will be less painful and that the wounds heal quickly. Until I choose a direction in this matter, I will continue to be strong in my resolve to do the best. I ask patience from those I know love me as mother, and friend and help me when I feel like I’m going to die inside from having to do what will save me and hurt another. (TRANSLATION: LOOK, THIS IS MY FIFTH MARRIAGE. A DIVORCE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A FIRE DRILL AT THIS POINT… AND ALTHOUGH THE LEGALITY OF SPLITTING EVERYTHING REALLY SUCKS AND I JUST WIND UP MAKING SOME YOUNG ATTORNEY WEALTHY, IT HAS TO HAPPEN SOON. I KNOW A THERAPIST WHO WILL SAY ALL THE RIGHT THINGS SO THAT THIS CREATURE UNDERSTANDS HE’S JUST A DRAIN ON MY LIFE AND THAT I’M JUSTIFIED IN WALKING AWAY WHILE I STILL HAVE OPTIONS.)

I love each of you and again thank you in advance for your support, understanding and comfort. I too wish I could blink and all would be resolved and behind me, but life does not work that way. Everything is possible with GOD and with the good will we have within each of us to do things right. (TRANSLATION: I LEARNED FROM MY MENONITE/BORN AGAIN DAUGHTER, THAT USING GOD AS A CRUTCH FOR EVERYTHING ABSOLVES YOU QUITE A BIT. JUST SAY, I PRAYED ABOUT THIS AND GOD WANTS ME TO LEAVE YOU… AND THEN TAKE HALF. AMEN.)

I hesitate to pick up the phone and talk right now, I can’t talk…I have this horrible knot in my stomach and heart. I know you understand. This to me is like a very slow death, I dread the funeral. (TRANSLATION: I ACTUALLY CALLED TWO OF MY THREE CHIDREN AND GOT VOICE MAIL. THAT’S WHY I DECIDED TO WRITE YOU THIS WHILE DRINKING A GLASS OF WINE. ACTUALLY TWO. I HAVE TO REMEMBER TO CALL MY ATTORNEY IN THE MORNING TO GET THIS ALL GOING.)

My love and blessings to all,

Mommy

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The Wifeswappers

March 9, 2010

Daphne moved to Los Angeles from Detroit ten years earlier, married a doctor and had two children. Ironically, Daphne lived just blocks away from where the whole O.J. Simpson drama had taken place in the Brentwood section of Los Angeles.
Anna had stayed in suburban Detroit her whole life and was married and living in Royal Oak, Michigan. Anna had two young children and a dog and a house, two cars and a time share in Cancun. Both women, who had been childhood friends, had comfortable middle class lives.
After graduating from Southfield High School, Daphne and Anna both attended the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor and rented an apartment together. It was shortly after graduation from college that Daphne decided to move blindly to Los Angeles without knowing anyone. Daphne and Anna remained friends over the years and with cell phones and email, they stayed in near constant contact.
Daphne sent a text message to Anna just a few days before arriving in Detroit.

WILL BE COMING INTO TOWN WITH MY FRIEND FOR A FEW DAYS. WILL BE STAYING AT THE GREEKTOWN CASINO. CAN YOU MEET FOR DINNER AND DRINKS ON SATURDAY NIGHT? LOVE YOU. CAN’T WAIT TO CATCH UP.

Anna was the epitome of whiteness in that she was fairly pale and covered with freckles. Her nearly platinum hair hung limply and rested on her shoulders. In the thirty years that both women had been alive, very little changed for Anna. Daphne on the other hand was black and was vibrant, the take charge type and was very secure in the fact that she was attractive to all types of men. Daphne landed a black doctor and knew that she more or less a trophy for her husband but she didn’t mind because she had all she wanted and needed and more.
“Hey girl! It is so good to see you! Look at you all pale, hiding indoors during the Midwest winter. Girl, I gotta get you out to Cali. I live ten minutes from the ocean in Santa Monica. You gotta come out this year without excuses,” said Daphne, while hugging Anna.
Anna noticed that Daphne’s friend was a suave looking mixed race young man with a razor sharp beard and moustache. He reeked of cologne and wore heavy gold jewelry around his neck, wrist and fingers. He had a smirk on his face as he watched the two women embrace. Daphne picked up on the fact that Anna was staring at Javier with a perplexed look on her face.
“Anna this is my friend Javier. Javier, this is Anna… This is the sister I never had. There are sistahs but this girl would have been my sister. We were inseparable during junior high, high school and college. Every weekend I was at her place or she was at mine. We played volleyball and softball for our high school together… I love this girl more than I can say.”
The three of them had dinner in Greektown at the Pegasus Restaurant in downtown Detroit. Javier marveled at how overweight and dowdy the men looked with their feathered, mullet hair cuts and Detroit Red Wing jerseys. The women were really nothing to look at either. Javier did study Anna closely and found her plain look to be intriguing. Usually he liked a woman of color with a small waist and large ass or a thin, hairless Asian woman who resembled a twelve year old boy but rarely a thin white woman with straight blond hair and freckles.
“Eh… You ever seen that one movie with that chick who be fucking people up with her mind and shit? Damn… What was that movie called? It was an old ass movie too. She had hair like you and them dots all over like you too. She was like in high school and people made fun of her ass and she was having a period or some shit and didn’t go to the prom or some shit and then she just started wasting muthah fuckers with her mind…” said Javier.
“Um Carrie… Are you referring to the movie Carrie with Sissy Spacek?” Asked Anna.
Javier snapped his fingers and pointed at Anna while laughing.
“Yup, yup. Carrie… Old girl, she was fucking them all up with her mind. That was a good ass movie too. You look like her. I mean you really pretty but something bout you remind me of that woman. So I don’t wanna mess with you case you start sending shit flying round the room or some-fing. I can tell you got that innocence bout you and I really like that in a woman. You like reserved and stuff. I aint’t saying prude or nothing but you ain’t like buck wild… Am I right?”
Anna didn’t know what to say or think. She politely listened to Daphne’s ignorant friend and wondered why Daphne was friends with someone so crude, unintelligible and inarticulate. Anna wanted to know what the crux of their relationship was and so she asked point blank. Anna suspected that Daphne may have left her husband for Javier. It was more twisted than she had expected.
“Javier is a record producer of Reggaeton artists in Los Angeles. He is working on a new project with Daddy Yankee actually.”
Anna looked at Daphne with a blank expression. She neither knew what Reggaeton was nor of the artist, Daddy Yankee. Daphne didn’t elaborate.
“And so Javier lives down the street with his wife and their kids are our kid’s age are the same and we started getting together and stuff. We started taking vacations together and got to know each other really, really well,” said Daphne.
Javier’s phone rang. He excused himself as he walked out of the restaurant to carry on his phone conversation. It gave the two friends a chance to be direct with one another.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Asked Anna.
“You’ve lived in Detroit too long. Drab ass Detroit where people exist and die here but don’t really live. Javier and his wife Benita and me and Rufus do all kinds of stuff together. It’s so good. I mean you marry a dude and it’s the same bullshit over and over again but now we get together, put the kids to bed and then we start out husband and wife, then we switch and then sometimes the two men will get with either me or Benita. I mean, we take films of each other and sometimes the men will want us to put on strap ons and give it to them. I know it sounds freaky but really it just keeps us all from going crazy. I’m like helping little girls get to soccer and tap dance classes all week, buying groceries and all that domestic shit and then Imma have the same dude laying on me for what? The next forty years? Shhh-damn. I wanna little something with some flavah. Javier a skinny little bitch but I kid you not… His cock is as wide as a wrist and we finish up and I’m watching Rufus pounding away on Benita’s fat ass. Rufus all sweating and trying to make himself cum. He one time quit and yelled at us for laughing at them and then later when they left, he all like it ain’t fair cause Benita can only be got with from behind. Benita a plus sizer. Ain’t nobody doing Benita cept from behind and then her shit stank. It ain’t her booty, I mean it’s some fishy ass shit like that one Filipino girl we used play soccer with… What was her name? Patty. That was it… We called her Salmon Patty because she was so dang fishy smelling. Anyway, if you can picture Benita’s fat ass in the air all stanky and shit… I mean it is nasty but Rufus actually likes an audience. Me and Javier were laughing at Rufus’ stupid looking fuck faces. He’s all talking and shit. You hear him asking Benita if she bout to cum. He’s all like, I want you to cum on my dick. I never realized how stupid Rufus looked fucking until I got to watch him fucking someone but me,” said Daphne.
Anna was astounded by this revelation. Anna had been with other men other than her husband but nothing anywhere close to what Daphne was describing. Anna had done it on the beach a few years back with her husband while visiting the Indiana Dunes but had to stop because sand was getting in her vagina and made the whole experience less than favorable.
Javier came back with the same devilish smirk that he had before. He plopped himself down and never stopped smiling nor taking his eyes off of Anna. Anna was uncomfortable with the smile and starring that felt like it was burning into her skin with his eyes. After a two bottles of wine and a couple of shots of Ouzo, Javier got right to the point.
“Anna… Daphne has spoken so highly of you and it feel to me like I know you in a certain respect. I would like to invite you to have a night with us tonight like you’ve never had before. We got a room at the top of the Greektown Casino Hotel that looks down at the whole downtown and shit. We kin git a few more bottles of wine, get the music going and just really enjoy this night together… I know you gonna say no cause you so sweet and innocent. If I offered to buy you this dinner tonight, you the type that would demand to pay for herself and that is so nice and sweet but really I aks you to put that aside tonight and let the meek in you take a back seat tonight and let the tiger roar. I know you got a tiger in you, girl. You gotta let the cat out the bag tonight,” said Javier.
With that, he reached across the table and caressed Anna’s hand. Daphne was hoping that Anna would give in. After all, Anna’s husband would never know and it was just some fun with no strings attached. Daphne likened it to trying Sushi for the first time; it may look disgusting but it really is tasty.
At that moment, a large middle aged Jewish man with a cigar in his mouth came in wearing a yarmulke, talking on a cell phone loudly that may have been homosexual. The man was hoping to buy clothes below wholesale from a source in Vietnam. Daphne’s whole disposition changed suddenly. She pulled her hand away from Javier, reached into her purse and pulled out a hand gun. Anna’s nostrils flared and she pursed her lips.
“Excuse me… I have to take care of some business here. I can deal with people being fat and obnoxious but fat and obnoxious and Jewish with that stupid southern belle lilt to their voice, is more than I can take. I don’t know one woman who talks that way,” said Anna, as she walked towards the loud man talking about buying cheap t shirts, carrying her hand gun.

You may be wondering if Anna went back to the penthouse and allowed herself to be tagged teamed by Javier and Daphne. You may wonder if Daphne and Anna took turns with strap on penises on Javier and or other power tool like devices. You might be wondering if Anna had some sort of anti-Semitic leanings, fat phobias and disdain for people who speak way too loud in public places on their cell phones with a distinct feminine manor because of me… My characters all loved their mothers and their mothers loved them and found value in their children as human beings even though I wasn’t searching for value. I know this is sort of random but I felt the story needed a little tension at the end. What better way to divert the sexual tension than having a middle of the road woman, driven to kill or maim over homosexuality, anti-Semitism, obesity and general abrasiveness?

I have always been one of those kids who like to lift big rocks and watch the pill bugs and other crawly creatures take off running when the light of day is put upon them…
And so they lived happily ever after all. Or as happy as could be given their circumstances and poor decision making. The end.