What would you do?

So SD got in contact with me the other day.  And was beyond...civil.  He asked about MIB in the first text I'd gotten from him since the "slandering tirade" he went on last month. 

Lessons "The Game" taught me

Just like damn near every other Black person in the US (and parts of the Caribbean and some European locations once it was uploaded online) I watched "The Game" on BET Tuesday night.  The hype (despite my lack of interest in it after it was cancelled the first time) made me want to watch the season premiere.  Hell I NEEDED to watch the season premiere.  Girl Melanie? Derwin? Janae? DJ?!

The wait Part II

So today is MIB's second surgery and I certainly hope that her luck is better than mine this morning.

Spoil the child...

I was talking to my mother today and she was talking about something MIB had done this morning that she had no business doing.  As we were discussing that she then said that when she turns sixteen that she was going to walk all over me.  Um wha?

It's a Different World...

I was watching the series finale of "A Different World" this afternoon...you know the one where Dwayne gets the job offer from Konichiwa and Whitley found out she was pregnant and Kim got engaged to the Jamaican dude?  And it got me to thinking about the world I came from.

Ice water was served in hell earlier today...

I was finishing up dinner with my mom and MIB when I got a call from SD at about 9 pm. He said that he wanted my address because he was coming over to see her.

I'll be damned if he didn't show up about an hour later.

I understand..

Last week I called SD and told him about MIB's medical problems and what I had decided to do about it. But since I hadn't heard from him in ages and I was frustrated and irritated with him and his behavior; I told him that I wasn't going to call him anymore.

Baby Momma of the Year...For real?

This is why I write this blog...because of BS like this.

I was listening to the radio this afternoon at work while eating my lunch when I heard this come across the airwaves.

I damn near choked.

I am not your baby's momma

I hate the term “my baby’s momma.”

When I found out I was pregnant with my daughter and I knew that her father wasn’t going to commit to me or be a constant figure in her life, I decided right then and there that I would not be lowered to baby momma status. He already had other children by other women (yes, stupid on my part to get involved with him, but that’s neither here nor there) and he always referred to them as his babies’ mommas. Whenever he said baby’s momma, it was with malice, disgust, and disrespect. I reused to be part of that unfortunate club.