“Reflections of A Woman’s Indiscretions“
This book is dedicated to my mother Elena, grandmothers Josephine & Evril, & to all the Ladies in my life – Strong women I have seen Prevail no matter the circumstances or challenges.
Lying her ass off, she answered, “I don’t know, but she’s not here.”
Apparently he knew better because he must have walked through the parking lot and saw my car there.
“Don’t lie, Faith! I just want to talk to her,” I heard him say.
Before Faith could answer him, I heard another voice: a man. It was another neighbor and Faith’s long time family friend, Desmond. Evidently, Desmond heard what was going on; he wanted to make sure that everything was good with Faith, considering he didn’t know Slimm.
I heard Desmond ask, “What’s the problem?”
Slimm responded aggressively, “There is no problem!”
“There must be a problem,” Desmond answered with confidence.
I could hear the tension and hostility that were building inside the two men’s voices; I peeked out the window to only see Faith standing between the two of them. Then the inevitable happened, Slimm pulled his gun on Desmond!
Finding her words, Faith nervously replies: “Slimm, come on! What are you doing?! Put that shit away!”
Desmond was staggered. “It’s not that serious; and I don’t want any problems. I’m just trying to protect where I lay my head,” he said
Faith then hastily used her body as a shield to protect Desmond by standing in front him; she knew Slimm wouldn’t harm her. Desmond then turned around and walked slowly up the stairs– back into his apartment with Faith following behind him. I was relieved to know that Desmond and Faith made it to their rooms safely with no bullet holes to their bodies–more so, I was pleased to see Slimm gone. But, in less than five minutes, Faith’s phone rang and it was him again–this time venting out (on speaker phone) to Faith about what transpired between him and Desmond.
Instead of hearing him apologize for his disrespectful behavior, I heard him say that he was two blocks away (at 49th Street School) waiting for Desmond to meet him there.
Faith dismissed his words saying, “Slimm! No one wants any issues! Just go on home!”
He rebuked with a threat,
“That nigga don’t know me! I should come back and blow his head off!”
Faith allowed him to vent his anger–in hopes of him calming down. Finally his rant ended and the conversation was over.
I sat there helplessly for a while thinking on how I got myself into this ordeal. I knew then it would be a difficult task to remove this man from my life, especially since I was going to live with him; I felt stuck between a fence and a brick wall. I knew what needed to be done, but I wasn’t yet brave or ready. To top it off, I put my friend in danger. Slimm was not only intimidating me, but my loved ones too. Faith confided with me later that she shared “the gun incident” with her boyfriend—and he advised that I should stay away from Slimm. He said that it would only be a matter of time before he pointed his gun at me.
The next morning, when I was leaving for work, Blu’s mother was waiting for me; she wanted to tell me that I had to move. She went on to say that she will not allow of what happened the night before to occur again. Although my in-laws were nowhere to be seen that night, they saw and heard everything. I now had a couple of days to pack my things and be gone. But, I mean, could I blame her? Hell no! Slimm put innocent people in danger–and for no reason at all! I wasn’t going to argue with her about it. The apartment building was her property and what he did was unacceptable. I told her that I understood and went off to work.
I was so angry! I couldn’t hold back my tears. He was making everything in my life harder than it needed to be. And what was he doing for me? Besides stressing me out! Slowly, I was getting tired of him and his ignorant behavior. On my way to work, I called him to ask about the status of my apartment. Also, I wanted him to be aware that I had a couple of days to move, thanks to his reckless behavior.
When he responded, his voice was so calm and warm—the complete opposite from the night before.
“I’ll find out for you and I’ll let you know,” he said.
He did not respond to what I told him in regards to his reckless behavior. Nor did he take responsibility for the incident. Once again, he swept it under the rug and I ultimately left it there.
Reflecting back, I can’t believe how I thought my life with him would be a fairy tale. It might have started out that way, but it was turning into a horror story. There was nothing enchanting or magical about our relationship. I was unhappily aware that my Prince Charming was a fraud; I just didn’t want to accept it.
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