《The Matrimony 3 (Completed)》Chapter 36-Playing Both Fields
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So Earlier This Morning My Baby Cousin Tamera Called Me Up And Wanted To Talk To Me
Now I Really Don't Have Shit To Say About Tamera But For Some Unknown Reason She Felt The Need To Wanting To Sit Down And Talk To Me Since She Was In Atlanta
Tamera Was A Snake And I Could Careless About What She Got To Say But For Entertainment Purposes I'll Go And Hear Her Out
We Meet Up At This Cafe And Tamera Looked Just Like A Reality Tv Bitch She Had A New Ass And Head Full Of Weave Down Her Back
When I Saw Her Sitting At A Table Waiting For Me I Really Just Wanted To Smack That Bitch Just One Good Time
Seeing Her Just Made Me Mad Yall Don't Even Know
I Sat Down Across From Her And She Smiled And Said "You Look Cute"
I Straight Faced Her And Said "You Too"
"Why The Face?"She Asked Me
"Don't Play Dumb You Know Exactly Why"I Said
Her Smiled Disappeared And Said "Wow I Thought We Could Order Eat And Just Talk For Minute Since I Haven't Seen In The Longest But You Wanna Just Get Into Lets Do It"
"I Never Slept With August"She Said
"You Tried Too"I Said
"But I Didn't"She Said
"The Fact That Yall Was Sitting Texting Each Other And Planning To Actually Sex Blows My Mind"I Said
"I Was Wrong For And I Apologize To You For I've Shouldn't Of Did That"She Said
"Why Tamera? Why Try And Hurt Me?"I Asked Her
"To Be Real With You It Was Alot Of Things Jealousy,And Hatred Toward You You And August Married And The Fact That I Had Nothing To Call My Own I Just Hated You"She Said
I Smiled And Said "Thats Not An Excuse For You To Purposely Try To Hurt When You Had No Where To Go Im The One Who Moved You And Your Daughter In With Me I Won't Even Sit Here And Tell You All That I D0ne For Your Ungrateful Ass"I Said
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"You Don't Have Too...Look Aziah Im Trying To Be A Woman And Apologized To Your Face"She Said
"Thats Just It I Don't Need Your Apology Keep It Shoved It Way Deep Up Your Ass Cause I Can't Do Shit With It"I Said
"Where Still Family"She Said
"Family...??....I Should Spit In Ya Face For Saying That Bitch We Was Neva Family Neva......I Just Took You In Because No One Else Would...Lets Be Real Bitch You Not Even Stable Enough To Take Care Of Your Own Daughter So Don't Come Talkin To Me About Family"I Said
"Your Mad...I Understand I Do"She Said
I Shook My Head And Said "You Don't Even Know The Half Of It...Tamera When Your Trifling Ass Finally Catch Something From Going Dick To Dick And Its Finally Kills You Ima Show Up To Ya Funeral Just To Make You Really Dead Thats How Much I Fucks With You Now If You Don't Mind I Have To Run And You Wasting Enough Of My Time"I Said
As I Threw My Shades On And Grabbed My Birkin Bag And Stood Up And Left Tamera Sitting There Looking Stupid
Everybody Told Me Not To Trust This Bitch But My Goofy Ass Always Trynaa See The Best In Hoes
I Should've Known Better Than To Trust A Bitch That Would Do Anything For A New Bag
Supposed To Be Family...My Blood Cousin Is The Same Bitch That Tried To Fuck My Husband Did Bitch Really Think We Would Be Cool After She Did What She Did ?
Never Will I Befriend A Snake Twice You Can't Trust Family Lesson Learned
After Leaving From There I Drove Over To An Wedding Dress Store I Was Going To Look At Some Dresses With My Mother
I Walked In And Saw My Mother Talking To A Sells Woman
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My Mother Smiled At Me As She Hugged Me
"You Getting Skinnier Everytime I See You"She Said
I Smiled And Said "I Know Right...Im Not Even Doing Anything"
"Chasing After Them Boys Is A Workout"She Said
"Ayden Especially All Day Long..So Wedding Dresses This Is Getting Real"I Said
"Yea It Is...David Is Absolutely Perfect In Every Way"She Said
"How Do You Know When Its Right Ma...Like How Do You Know That He Is The One"I Asked
She Smiled To Herself And Said "You Feel It In Your Heart And See In It His Soul When You Spend Your Days Just Thinkin Of Them...When Someone Can Make Your Bad Days Good"
Than She Looked At Me And Said "Why Are You Glowing...Are You Pregnant"
"What...No Ma...Im Definitely Not Pregnant Again"I Said
"Than Who You Seeing That Got You Glowing Like This"She Asked
I Smiled And Said "I Been Exploring My Options Ma"
"Options You Mean You Seeing Multiple People"She Asked
"Is There Something Wrong With That"I Asked
"..Do You Think Its Something Wrong With That"She Asked Me
"No For Once Aziah Wanna Eat Her Cake And Have It Too"I Said
"You Gon Get A Tummy Ache Eating All That Cake...This Wouldn't Be Revenge To Hurt August Would It?" She Asked Me
"No Why Would You Say That"I Ask
"Just Making Sure...Your Not Doing Anything You Will Regret..If You Wanna Date Other People Than Why Not Go Through With The Divorce"She Said
"Because Im Seeing August And We've Been Talking About Working Our Marriage"I Said
"Do You Really Think He's Gonna Wanna Work Your Marriage Out When He Finds Your Seeing Other Guys Baby"She Asked Me
"So He Can Cheat On Me Our Whole Marriage But I Can't See Other Guys When We're Separated....I Love August And I May Even Wanna Work Our Marriage Out But I Don't Think He Has What It Takes To Really Change Untill He Proves He Can Be The Man I Need Him To Be Than Thats When I Will Be All In Untill Than He Only Gets Half Of Me"I Said
I Love August I Really Do But I Just Can't Fully Trust Him Not To Hurt Me Again So I Been Seeing Benny Behind His Back I Liked Benny And All But I Really Didn't A Future With Em
I Just Like Having Sex With Him Thats All He Was Catching Feelings And I Was Busy Sleeping With My Husband
Speaking Of The Devil August Hit Me Up Like "What You Doing Tonight"
I Texed Him Back Like "I Don't Know What You Got In Mind"
"Pack Ya Bags We Going To Paris"He Texted
I Texed Him Back Like "Just Incase You Forgot We Have Two Children Under The Age Of Five"
He Text Back "We Also Got Two Nannies...So What You Trynaa Hit Paris Tonight Or Not"
Smiling To Myself I Texted Back"Lets Do It"
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