ntroduction
My Sunday started out like every other Sunday, boring. I got my weekly call from my newly resaved friend Brenda, asking me to go to church. I gave her my Sunday to do list, and church was not on it. I proceeded to be the referee between my teenage womanly daughter Angela and her burgeoning on gay brother Reginald. I love my son, but lately he seems gay as shit. Not to mention the lack of bass in his pre teen voice and his constant whining about nothing. And did I mention I am man less. Well look, I am a thirty something, overweight, need a perm, and a new attitude single black female, and I am mad and hot as hell.
Chapter 1
See long ago I had it going on, my body was tight and my money was right. I considered myself a cutie with bootie. I mean I had people calling me China Women because my eyes are slightly slanted and had just the right twinkle in them. My skin was flawless and the color of mocha with a hint of red. I wore my hair long black and straight with a perfectly cut bang. I kept my weekly hair and eye brow arching appointments. I did not spare any expense when it came to my clothes and hair. I always bought the best for myself. I refused to lay a way, I felt lay a way was a stray a way, so I paid cash on the spot, in fear that it would go out of style. Then I met him, and boy did I let it all go. I thought I was in love with this fine chocolate brother who was a true hustler (no not a drug dealer, just someone who could make cash). So true he hustled me straight out of my almost virgin panties. Anton is his name and he is the father of my children. Anton was not from Philly I had to travel to meet my heartache and pain, he was from New York. He is dark chocolate dipped in honey with just enough spice to make a girl say MYMYMYMY! He sure looked fine to me. His dark brown hair had enough waves to make a girl seasick and his sleepy brown eyes could melt any resistance. He had broad shoulders and a thick chest any girl would kill to lay her head up on. He wasn't very tall, 5' 10” to be exact, but his legs and butt would rival any football player's in the country. When he smiled his smooth sexy lips revealed small, but perfect white teeth and dimples deep enough to get lost in. He had a sexy deep just woke up voice that made you want to agree to anything before you even knew what it was. I thought he was Mr. It, smooth talker and just take charge.
Well it did not take long for me to fall for this man and no sooner than I met him he moved from New York to my apartment, in Philly. It started out good at first me with my full time job and him with a full time dream of owning his own transportation business. I thought it was okay and then I noticed all that cash he carried was a joke. See he would earn plenty dollar tips at his job as a limo driver and he would place the big bills on top, so I always thought he had money. Then one day I peeped his scheme, but by then I was deep in lust and pregnant. My future millionaire was a dollarnaire. My pregnancy went off without a hitch and then I started to see the real Anton; I guess pregnancy hormones woke up my smart senses, because this fool actually got upset that I was pregnant with his daughter and not the son he wanted so badly. He acted like an outright fool until the doctor broke it down for him and advised if anyone was to blame it was him because he created the sex of the child. He shut up and acted somewhat coherent throughout the pregnancy. Angela was born with little to know complications. She was adorable and quite alert for an infant, although she looked like him her personality was all me. Not long after Angela was born, I noticed my 38 24 38 was not bouncing back and so did Anton, he kept asking “What up wit you? When am I gonna git my dime piece back” I immediately thought when you grow 12 inches, but deep inside I was hurting. I started resenting myself and I continued to eat as it comforted me so. I hardly recognized myself and neither did my employers. I was passed over for a promotion after promotion. And then one day, I was sympathetically pulled to the side by one of my many supervisors and politely advised that I did not look like I use to and that “I should work on it.” Well hell it wasn't like I stunk or I was grossly obese, I just gained weight. Yeah my clothes were not as fly as before and on occasion I wore canvas sneakers in the snow, and those bi monthly hair appointments turned into home boxed relaxer kits every now and again. But my work was always top notch, my evaluations said so. So here I sat getting fatter by the minute while my pockets were getting slimmer and by now Anton had lost his job and all of the bills were on me. At this time I met Brenda at work, now this girl could read write and erase your ass in a blink of an eye. Brenda was a tall buxom woman; I would say she was bold and somewhat brazen with a hidden beauty. She was always telling someone off and sashaying around in her mini skirts and colorful blouses that over extenuated her boobs. She was one who really did not care how people saw her because she saw herself perfectly. I really don't know how we connected, I guess opposites attract. I often watched her and was envious because she would tell people exactly what I was thinking. Brenda always had a kind word or two to say to me; so I started confiding in her. When I told her all that I was going through and what I thought of myself. She asked me “what mirror was I looking in because when she looked at me she saw beauty and intelligence and a woman who was just caught up. “Although I heard everything she was saying I was not listening. I had my own agenda; I was just not part of it.
