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I Threw Hot Coffee On His Ass

    Don’t believe everything that Tyler Perry says or does in his movies. Real Southern women wouldn’t dare waste grits on a man.   That’s good breakfast food! Don’t get me wrong, we will burn your ass up but we have other ways to do that. I learned my methods of getting my point across from my mother. A Geechee woman from South Carolina, she knows how to make a man listen and behave. Now if I had followed my mother to a tee I would’ve crushed up a sleeping pill, put it in Nathan’s drink, heat up some grease, and as Nathan fell asleep, poured that hot grease on his dick. Good idea but no way to explain that in the court of law. That has intent and malice written all over it. Instead I had a better idea.

    The day after I found out all of that bullshit I knew I was going to fix Nathan’s ass up real good. A lot of people would probably ask the question, “Why are you so mad? You’re broken up, it doesn’t make a difference now.” You know what I say to those people? Shut the fuck up! The point is that for the last five months of our relationship he was living a double life. The point is that he came over to my house begging me, trying to kiss me, and crying to my face about how he wanted me back. The point that I was going to make was that you won’t screw me over and get away with it, I got ya number. So I decided to let him come over my house since he had been begging for so long. Before he came over, I went to 7 Eleven and got the tallest cup of coffee I could buy. Then I took it home and put it in the microwave to get scorching hot. I put this miniature pepper spray can on my key chain(just in case he got crazy) and went outside to “pretend” like I was watering the flowers as he pulled up. He came up to my house with his face grinning from side to side. It tore me up inside because I was about to fuck his world up. He walked up to hug and kiss me on the cheek and that’s when the conversation started:

“I’m so happy to you bebeh!” Nathan said.

“I know, I’m happy to see you too.” I lied.

“You look good.”

“Thank you. Look, I just wanted to thank you for coming to see me at my cookout

Saturday. I knew it took balls since my family and friends were all there.” I said.

“Oh yeah! No problem! I wanted to see you! You deserved it! Nathan replied.

(The motherfucker was eating this shit up)

“I also want to thank you for being honest to me about what was up in my garage too.

I know you were going through some things and I just wanted to tell you that it meant a lot to me.” I said.

“Babe I’m always honest with you. I never stopped loving you.” He said.

Is this motherfucker serious???? Seriously, was he serious? That’s when I was done pussyfootin’ around. It was time to fuck his ass up!

“Speaking of honesty, who the fuck is Brittany L.?!”

That’s when that smile on Nathan’s face turned into a “Oh shit” look. I knew I had him, and I was going in on that ass.

“Um, Brittany is…ahhh… she’s a good friend. We started kickin’ it after you and I broke up.” He lied.

“You’re a motherfuckin’ liar, I found shit, other than Facebook that says otherwise. Damn Nathan, if

you were going to cheat, at least keep your bitch on leash! She put all your private affairs out

on the internet! The bitch isn’t even cute! She looks like a damn pit bull in the face!” I shouted.

Why is that when men cheat, it’s with a damn downgrade???? Do ugly bitches do shit that I don’t know about? Do they have 10 kt. princess cut diamonds in their “chuckies”? What is it? I was hella pissed. My neighbors were walking by looking at the angry black woman while the tatted up asian dickhead just sat at my door looking stupid. There were all types of “fucks” and “motherfuckers” being thrown about. I have never cussed so much in my life. Nathan would try to get a word in and I would just tell him to “shut the fuck up and listen for a god damn change”. You know this fucker had the nerve to tell me that when we used to argue and he was “fed up” with it he would ask for advice from his sisters and this pit bull heifer?!?! I’m like, why the hell would you ask your YOUNGER sisters (who by the way have little bastards running around everywhere, barely graduated high school, and don’t know what to do with their lives) and a bitch who doesn’t even know me for advice on OUR relationship.? What type of peanut butter and jelly bullshit is that???  That doesn’t sound like a man taking care of his at all. If anyone was fed up, it should have been me. Silly me for trying to let a man be a man and give him space when he was mad. Silly me for being open to talk when HE was ready. Just when I had finished cussing his ass out I told him to get the fuck off of my property and out of my fuckin’ life. I honestly was going to let him go, but he kept on pushin. I tried to get in my house and he was trying to follow me in. I don’t play that shit, when you’re on The District Chick’s bad side you’re stuck. That’s when I pushed him out of my house and threw that hot coffee in his face. God! I wish I had a camera, it was golden! It was all on his head, neck and back. It was hot as hell that day too! I ended with a “Stay the fuck outta my life,” and slammed the door for dramatic effect.

   You know this guy called me 15 times after he left my house? When I finally had gotten off the phone with my people to let them know I was all good I decided to answer one of his calls. Here’s what he said:

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you crazy?!”

“No, I just had a breakthrough. If you had a coffee thrown on you, you did

something to deserve it.” I replied.

Nathan continued the conversation with lies about how he didn’t cheat, he can’t control what people put out there, he still loved me, and he was going to do everything in his power to try to call me and see me. I wasn’t having that shit. I made my point. I didn’t want anything else to do with Nathan. As far as I was concerned, I told him, he was dead to me, he never existed. I didn’t wish him well with his future endeavors because I don’t give a damn if he does well or not. He then switched up his story and told me that the heifer he was coupled up with didn’t have half the qualities I had. I told him, duh! The District Chick was his 80 and she was his 20. Like the Drake song, I was the “Best He Ever Had.” Didn’t get any better than me. I was done, I hung up the phone and erased him out of my life completely. I was hurt. I’m not going to lie. But I learned some valuable lessons. When I have an intuition, I should acknowledge it. Abuse isn’t just physical, it’s verbal and emotional too. I will never change or forget who I am for someone else ever again. I was strong and independent before him and I’ll be the same way with out him. Lastly, you can never get over on The District Chick, because she will find out. And when she does, your ass is hers.

2010
06/08
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Nathan. . . The Facebook/Twitter Cheater

The day after my graduation cookout I did the only thing that would get my mind off of festivities that happened the day before. I had hot, steamy, dirty, sweaty sex with Jo. When I have a million things running through my mind and I can’t function right, sex is the best medicine. I don’t bother telling him what’s happening in my life because Jo isn’t there for that, with Jo I can get my rocks off and think about my troubles later. The next day, that’s when the calls started coming. Nathan called literally five times. I don’t really like talking on the phone. It was cool in high school but the only reason I’m really on the phone is to either make plans or find out where one of my friends are. That’s it. Nathan was calling like we were back in a relationship. Here’s a little of the shit he was spewing:

  • Babe, I still love you
  • Babe, I’m so happy I got to see you
  • I know it’s going to take some time but I just really love you
  • When are you going on vacation? Can I come?
  • Can I see you before you go on vacation?
  • I’m feenin’ for you right now
  • I just want to kiss you so bad
  • I love you
  • Do you love me?
  • God, I just miss you so much, you drive me nuts!
  • Hold on, I’ll call you back, I have to take this call. You better pick up!

You would have thought that I would be happy that Nathan was acting like this but I wasn’t. Deep down, I had unanswered questions that needed to be answered. So I did what any young women this day and age would do, I went on Facebook. Right after I had broken up with Nathan at the beginning of May I deleted anything that reminded me of him, that included his page. I went on under Daniella’s page since she had gotten back on FB after taking it off to focus on her studies. I just wanted to see Nathan’s page to see if he had updated his status to some smart ass remark the day after we had broken up. I found much more than I had anticipated though. Nathan did leave a status about “Running em’ hard” but I noticed some back and forth between him and another chick. Now, we’re not together but don’t be up in my face and calling me up when you’re living a double on FB. The messages between them were beyond flirting. They were “fucking messages.” We all know the difference between flirting and fucking and these messages back and forth were the “Oh, we’re fucking” kind. So I began to do a little more research. Yeah I did it! I found out where the girl lived, where she graduated from college, what sports she played and found her twitter account. Yeah, when I want to find out some shit I channel my inner CIA and FBI agent. The chick wasn’t even private either. I found statuses that dated all the way back from November about her love for Nathan. I found twit pics of them together while me and Nathan were still together. I saw pics of her over his house cooking and him kissing her neck and back. It really pissed me off. There’s nothing worse than being lied to, and even more, he had been cheating the last 5 months of our relationship! I read posts of her watching him train at his gym because he wants to be the next MMA superstar. I read posts from her about letting me go and she admires that he puts other people ahead of his own feelings. Who the hell was she seeing? The guy I was seeing was a selfish dick. The shit wasn’t fair! 3 weeks ago I felt guilty for allowing myself to kiss someone other than my boyfriend (at the time) and here this motherfucker was doubledippin’!!!!! Now I think it’s tacky to go after some chick but she knew about me. Even though she did know about me, this wasn’t about her, it was about me and Nathan. Oh, I was going to fix his ass up real good too ……..You wanna call me up with all that bullshit??? You wanna lie to my face??? You wanna cry in front of me to take you back??? You wanna bring me some bullshit ass flowers, me and my mother?!?!? Oh I’m going to get the last word, cause there’s nothing worse than a mad black woman and he was going to get his……

2010
06/08
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New Beginnings. . . . Pt. 1

How did I get to this crossroad where I knew I going to be single? For most of us, we know the point where things are getting bad, it’s just a matter of how long we will allow it to fester until we do something about the issue. My ex now and I were going through the motions since the beginning of 2010. It’s like that with new relationships, the first year is great, the second is always the hardest. Either you’re in it to win it or it’s time to let that ship pass. Petty arguments, unappreciativness (I know it’s not a word), and comparisons to the other people were building and it was a matter of time before I knew I was going to snap.

This year happened to be the last semester I was finishing up college so you can just imagine all the work I was doing. I thought “he” or let’s just call him Nathan would be understanding. No. Instead I was made to feel guilty about my aspirations and I was trying to do everything to get my relationship off of life support. Then there was that faithful day on April 3rd when the sh*t hit the fan. Nathan had been drinking and became belligerent with me. He grabbed my arm and gave me this look like Ike gave Tina the first time he laid his hands on her and I knew in my heart that I had to get my a** out of this situation. Only thing was, I didn’t know how. Insiders looking in would say it’s easy to walk away but when you’re actually in it, you don’t know what to do. I was confused because I’ve talked a great game years before how this situation would never be me yet I was living it. Thank the Lord he didn’t slap me or anything because I think I would’ve stabbed him. The final month after the incident I knew that we were not going to last.

   The weeks that followed were the worst. I was trying to balance school, work and a needy boyfriend but it seemed never enough. When we were out with friends you could cut the tension between us with a knife. When I was asked how I was doing, I would lie, but everyone knew that I wasn’t happy. Nathan is the oldest of 5 and the only boy so his family looked to him for many things (Asian culture). What really pissed me off most about our situation was him bringing other people, namely his sisters, into our drama. As a communications person I feel that if you have a problem you should deal with it with your significant other instead of your younger sisters who have yet to live life, have illegitimate children running around, and are practically ill-equipped with life lessons. He didn’t see it that way and yet another problem was there.

About late April situations kept piling up and I knew in my heart I was coming to my wits end. That’s when I got a message from a guy, Jo, that I used to see a couple of years ago. This man was something else. I didn’t want to take myself there because I was in a committed relationship but it’s hard not to let your mind go when you were as unhappy as myself. We texted here and there but I wouldn’t see him because I was trying to do the right thing. The last week of my relationship was the hardest. I’d been trying to see Nathan every day of that week but I wasn’t a priority for him. Resentment started to build. He would call me on the phone with the “Baby I love you…” and “Baby I miss you” and “When are we going to see each other?” I kind of felt in my heart he knew I slowly coming to my senses.

   May 1st is when I realized I just couldn’t do it anymore. Jo had texted me about grabbing a drink after I finished bartending and I agreed. Nathan wasn’t picking up his phone and by then I was over it. I knew what I was getting myself into and I was ready. I met up with Jo and all of those old feelings came back. I had recently cut my hair to go natural and my boyfriend Nathan hated it, but when Jo saw me I received a different reaction. I was welcomed with praise, “Oh my gosh, you’re gorgeous!” and “I like this better than anything you’ve ever done to your hair!” That moment, it was nice to be admired and appreciated like a woman should be. We ended up not going to get drinks but taking a moonlit stroll around this lake in the Laurel area. It was dark but he could see me and I could see him. Jo was just as I remembered. He stood about 5’8, slim but with an athletic build, dark thick hair that moved with ease from the gust of wind, perfect smooth creamy skin, and these eyes that stare you down like no other sexy Latino eyes could. We sat next to each other on this rock bench and talked about everything under the sun. We talked about what we had been doing over the last couple of years, things we wanted to do, people we had been with, how we missed each others company, how good I looked, how good he looked, everything. As the hours went by the closer we got until he scooped me up and sat me down on his lap. I knew I was in a relationship but let’s face it, it was over and I just wanted to feel like me again. Jo leaned in over my neck and smelled me for just a moment. He then whispered in my ear, “Are you flexible?” I’m thinking to myself “Hell no! I haven’t done yoga in 4 years, you stretch me out and I’ll stay that way!” But my mouth said “Why don’t you find out?” Next thing I know he swung my leg over and now they’re wrapped around his waist and we’re facing each other nose to nose. Our breathing begins to match each others and he says “Safety word: Bingo.” I’m thinking “F*ck the safety word!” But I reply “Okay.” We begin to kiss and it’s as passionate if not more than Rachel McAdams and Ryan Gosling in the Notebook. He slowly bites at my lips then works his way to my neck, then his lips travel to my chest and looks at me with those smoldering Latin eyes. I’m thinking I must pace myself and I can’t cheat, I can’t cheat, but hell I’m doing it now! Jo spends extra time and attention on my chest area. He pulls my top down and begins kissing my breasts slowly, making sure that both get the same amount of attention. I can feel him getting extra hard and he grabs me by the waist while he’s still giving my chest attention and I’m slowly grinding on top of him. Our breathing becomes more heavy and I’m thinking in my head “This is it, this is how I’m going to go out, a dirty bird……” Just as I’m getting lost in our passionate love session Jo pulls my top down further (It was a romper) and that’s when………………………. (cont’d Part 2)

2010
06/04
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