“I didn’t come over here to be insulted.”
“Did you greet the lady of the house?” Say what now? oh this ought to be good.
“What?”
“Vanessa, this is her home, you entered it; did you say hello?”
“I don’t see why I should after what she…”
“You can leave now.”
I wanted to jump, clap and high five my man all at the same time, but there was still the matter of my ring.
“I’ll come another time when you’ve come to your senses. I can’t begin to imagine what’s gotten into you. You don’t have that PTSD thing do you son?” This bitch takes the cake. He was finally putting her in her place so obviously, he had to be suffering some sort of debilitating disorder. I could only shake my head in wonder.
She stood to leave and I looked at Damien to see what he would do. He’d asked me to let him deal with it after all. But when it didn’t look like he was going to say anything more I blocked her path.
“My ring.” I held out my hand; she looked back at her son for help.
“Vanessa…”
“Fuck this.” I pulled the bag from her shoulder as she screamed and yelled about calling the cops. Damien was trying to get to me but I was smart, I emptied everything out on the floor and had her scampering.
I saw my ring wrapped in tissue and pounced. “Call the cops thief and explain to them how my shit got in your purse.” She was red faced and hyperventilating. Good bitch I hope you stroke out, evil twat.
My eye caught on something and I bent to pick it up. Damien was just looking at his mom as though he hadn’t really expected her to have the damn ring.
“Oh shit what’s this?” I turned the picture over so Damien could see and she made a grab for me.
“Touch me bitch and I will Rocky your ass.” I’m sure the idiot didn’t know who Rocky was but it worked. Damien was studying the picture in disbelief.
“Those are my panties but that’s not my ass and that guy sure ain’t you.”
“Mom what’s this?” He turned the picture over for her to see and she looked away.
“Were you…are you trying to set her up? What the hell is wrong with you?” This imp from hades really had gone around the bend.
She tried making tracks for the door but Dami wasn’t having it. Something about those pictures and what they entailed must’ve flipped his switch, because he was all but twitching. “Oh no you don’t, you don’t get off that easily. What are these pictures mom? And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m getting at because it’s plain to see. The woman in this picture is hidden except for the hair and the underwear. I’m guessing I was supposed to see these and believe this was my wife with another man’s hands all over her ass?”
“I just want to leave Damien, please just let me leave; haven’t you embarrassed me enough?”
“Me embarrass you? Please tell me how the fuck this is about you. You claim to love me and this is the shit you do? I’m glad I found this out now because I don’t want your poison around my kid.” Oh shit Damien you mook. Why why why?
Oh hell.
Haggie’s whole expression changed, no joke. It was like watching something out of The Body Snatchers. Her head did a complete three sixty and she zoomed in on my nonexistent tummy. I think she was foaming at the mouth a bit. Think Cujo on steroids. I backed away a little because she was seriously beginning to scare me and I didn’t trust that gleam in her eye.
“Kid? you’re pregnant?” I glared at clueless who was still looking pissed and had no idea he’d just opened Pandora’s box. If there’s one thing I know it’s that the Gila monster would move heaven and earth to get her hands on our offspring. She’d waxed poetic about it enough. Of course I had no plans on telling her until say, college graduation, but shit.
“How can you cut me out of your life at a time like this, with a baby coming? Neither of you know the first thing about raising a child, of course you’re gonna need your mother’s help. I better call Jackie and have a talk. Does she know?” She gave me this demonic grin like she’d like nothing more than to have one-upped my momma. Hah, good luck with that. I reveled in giving her the news.