Wifey Forever

 I woke up the next morning with a new determine mindset. I rolled over and checked my phone. 20 messages from Damien.  I was not in the mood to read the lies i knew he was gone tell. I wonder where he stayed last night. Then again it was not my business.  I got up to get myself together and fixed the kids some to eat. As i proceed to the kitchen, my oldest son came out his room. 

Everything that could go wrong this morning has! The kids and I overslept. They was moving hella slow and i was very annoyed. "Mommy, I'm tired." Aza whined. "Well you should've went to bed. Instead, you wanted to watch frozen." I scorned her. No sooner as I closed my car door to drop the kids at school, my phone rang. It was my assistant Zaria. I don't even answer because whatever it was could wait until I made it in. It was times like this that I miss Damien. He would've at least dropped the kids off for me. Speaking of him, he had been sending me flowers and small gifts every week. The little things that he use to do. I guess you gotta divorce a man before he realize that he wanted you. I had heard that the girl was actually pregnant. Everytime i thought about it, i got mad. So sending me gifts wasn't gone work. But i had decided that it was time we talk. Christmas was coming up and i wanted the kids to be happy.

It was finally the night of me and Michael first date. My girls was at my house. They was suppose to be helping me get ready. The kids was with my mom so i had a free weekend. I was going through my closet trying to find the perfect outfit before Sheka did my hair and makeup. "Wear the red dress with the 10 inch red bottoms." Suggested Kita. "I'm not trying to look like a stripper on our first date."Michael and I had been texting everyday through out the day. He made sure he called me every night. We sat on the phone for hours. I felt like I had known him for years. I told him about my marriage and where it went wrong. And he told me about his marriage. We both needed real love in our life. "When do we met him?" Asked Jessica. "Will y'all please let us get through our first day first?  Y'all just wanna be up in his business. You guys I really like him. So let's not run hi

Today was the day that the kids meet Micheal. I had already told them about him. The boys was kind of mad but baby girl was excited to meet mommy's friend. I had changed my clothes a dozen time. I was nervous for some reason. I was sitting in the kitchen on the phone with Kita, waiting on the boys to finish getting ready. The only reason they agreed to go was because I promise they could ride the go cars. My boys liked anything that they could drive. "Kita, what am I gonna do if the kids doesn't like him?" i asked,"Girl, them kids can not live your life. Stop worrying and put yourself first for once. They are old enough to realize that you not with their sorry ass daddy anymore and that you deserve to be happy." She never let Damien make it. She always threw some kind of slick insult whenever she mentioned his name. You would've thought she was the one that was married to him. "I know but I want them to like him. If my kids

"Damien, just sign the damn papers. What I do is none of your business.""Who is this dude that you had around my damn kids? I'm not signing shit. You belong to me. I thought If I gave you a little time that you would let me back in the house," he screamed in the phone. I was getting a headache. We had been arguing on the phone for the last hour. He was mad because the kids told him about us meeting Micheal at Incredible Pizza. I was so over his little temper tantrum. "How is your other baby momma? You seem to forget about that situation. It's funny she finally stopped calling my phone as soon as I put your ass out."I really didn't care about her being pregnant anymore. That was his problem. My days of worrying about who and what he was doing was behind me. But he was pissing me off. Just sign the damn papers. He act like he had any right to be mad. Dude was a trip. Sometimes I wondered how I ended up falling for someone as contro