before I get started…don’t ya just hate when you’re a nickel short for the vending machine and alllll the people you would have begged asked for said nickel have gone home…so not nice.
Anyway,
It’s 5:38pm and I’m still at work. It’s not that big of a deal except I was off the clock at 5pm. You see, I never thought the day would come when I didn’t want to go home. These days are becoming more frequent. Home use to be my haven, a place where I could walk around in my undies and wished a n****would tell me to put on some clothes! Maybe that was TMI but you get the picture. I could let go and just do me.
Nooooooot anymore. Ya see my mom has a fiance now. At first it was him staying just on the weekends. Then my mom would go into “oh I miss him” and I’d look at her like she had a 3rd eye and say “ya just saw the negro yesterday!” Well, weekends have turned into weeknights and it’s driving me crazy. The weekends were cool cause I had all week to prepare for him to be in my space. By the way, this a big dude. 6 ft tall and about 3 ft wide. Big.Man. Little. House. Not a good combination. Now I wake up to the sound of that negros voice! Not cool. Ya’ll, my momma gets up 1hr earlier than me. She wake up, he wake up, he speaks, she laughs and then I get woke up. An HOUR before my alarm clock..it’s messin wit me ya’ll. I woke up at 7am this morning b/c that’s when I’ve been jolted awake all last week.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd I wear earplugs to bed sometimes so I won’t get woke up. I can’t wait til I don’t need them anymore. I don’t deal well with hearing my momma get her groove on, I mean who would? And I’m coming to realize that the anxiety that I experience when I go to bed with him in the house is paranoia about being a witness to said act.
Needless to say it’s come to this…just stayin at work a little longer so I don’t have to go home to him sittin at the computer. See, I believe we each carry a certain energy or aura around us. Some peoples’ can be suffocating where others may be unnoticable. His is suffocating. I don’t quite understand why but it is, at least to me. I KNOW when he’s there and when he’s not.
Me and my mother have a good relationship. I can talk to her bout anything. She surprisingly liberal at times. It’s refreshing. And I have spoken to her about this, but it comes down to who’s name is on the mortgage and it ain’t this chicks.
So I’m going to keep trusting and believing in God for this gig I applied for. This would be phenomenal. I wouldn’t be able to move out until July but I could survive 8 or 9 months KNOWING I’m getting out *that kinda sounded like prison*
So there is a mini solution to my problem. I’m just going to listen to CeCe Winans “Alone in His Presence” album as I fall asleep. I use to do this back in the day when I had trouble sleeping. I listened last night and was sleepin like a baby. Every last song on that album is soothing…and I understand her words much more now.
This post is some of everywhere but that’s ok. That’s my mind frame right now.
Lord make a way.
Serenity
