Angry Black Woman part two…Chipped Porcelain..

The following is the first of an idea I have for a series of ‘snapshot’ stories I’m thinking of doing…any feedback…and or suggestions for what next is welcome. 😀 hope you enjoy…

Ps if you read my Mr Allen…that is part of the same project just a different avenue 😀

Chipped Porcelain…

Sobbing, I lay crumpled on the floor in the front room.  My heart was paining in ways it hadn’t before.  Jarom had just left the house.  I could still hear the click of the front door lock echoing through the few rooms we shared.

I begged him not to go.

I knew he was cheating on me, again.  I say again, like he ever stopped;  but no matter what, when the sex was good and the pillow talk “insightful” I would listen to his excuses and give him another chance.

His excuses weren’t original by far…”this girl did this to me when I was with her”, “I’m in love with you but I feel like I need to experience life some more” etc etc…Each time I asked the question, “Where you going?”  “Why you with her?” He would spit at me “Do I ask you your business!?” I’m thinking no – because my business is open, you know I’d never cheat…

 “Aaah!” he’d exclaim, “I can’t deal with this bullshit right now! I hate jealous girls!” Funny, no one had ever called me jealous before him.

As I feel the stirrings of our 6month old unborn children, I remind myself that the sadness isn’t good for them, but the rage inside me does not want to be quelled.  This I vowed would be the LAST time.

I ring him once, twice, three times.  Then I ring her.  “Put Jarom on the phone” she does.  I tell him how his son will grow up to hate him on sight alone and that his daughter will never trust a black man.  I tell him for the next 30 yrs of life he will pay for the hours of tears I shed on this night.  I tell him I will never ask anything of you again…and I will no longer be as forthcoming.  So kiss my ass, goodnight and I hope the fuck kills you. I hang up the phone…but it’s not enough…I pick up the doorstopper…a pretty, heavy, delicate looking thing shaped like a butterfly and made of wrought iron; I throw it at the toilet.  I cry again, this time because the collision of an immovable object and an unstoppable force meant that there was now a 50p sized chip in the porcelain , I’d never get the deposit for the flat back now.


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  1. Pingback: Angry Black Woman part one….Mr Allen’s house | Hunii's Genesis


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