OK, I'm gonna try to make this an easy read, but it mught be impossible.
About a month ago, I started dating my cousin's bro-in-law. I've known him for 2 years and he had a thing for me (and can you blame him? *lol*) when we 1st met, but he was in a relationship. No problem.
Rewind - let me give you a little more background on "Baby Boy". {I call him that because I'm a year older than he is.} Over the last two years I've seen him maybe 2-3 times, but whenever he saw my cousin, which was damn near weekly, he always asked about me. She knew he was still with girlie, so she passed along the messages as she saw fit.
Fast forward - a little over a month ago, my cousin calls & asked if I was busy or had company. I answered no and asked her why. Baby Boy was at her house & wanted to talk to me. OK. We talk for a while & he asked if he could come & see me. Sure. It was just me & Dave Chappelle at that point & company, especially male company, would be welcomed.
He comes over & we chit chat, watch a movie & I get a foot/leg massage. During the course of the conversation, I asked why he didn't have a cell phone. He replied, "I don't need one." Yeah, I know you're thinking the same thing I am. I ask, "Why not?" He answered, "I'll be where I am." I literally LOL and said, "OK dude, game recognize game." I then changed the subject.
The night before I was to leave for DC, my phone rings at 12:45 am and it was him...or so I thought. You see, he has to be at work at 6:00 am and is usually comatose by 10:00 pm. I answered my phone, "What are you doing up?" A female voices says, "Hello?" I repeat hello back. She then asked for me by name, and I told her, "You got her." She identifies herself as Baby Boy's girlfriend & then asks about what's going on between me & him. I said, "Nothing, and if you need more than that, you need to talk him." "Are you sure nothing's going on?", she asks. Again, I said, "That's what I said and if you need more, I suggest you take it up with your boyfriend." I hung up.
Fast forward to the night of the cruise, I'm hanging with Deedles & Gigi waiting to board the boat when I get a text message from an unknown number. The text read: "Whn the truth comes out thn myb u will stp fckn wth my man." *blink-blink* Bitch, what?! I excused myself from the crowd, called the number back & let that chic have it! I told her she needed to miss me with the bullshit and talk to her man, because text threats don't move me. She then said, "Don't worry, he's being dealt with". I said, "Lose my fucking number!" and ended the conversation with a click. I then called him & let his ass have it as well, altho, via voicemail. Did I mention it was his birthday?
I thought he would've called to plead his case but he didn't. Didn't matter because I was booed up in The Courtyard with the one holds my heart & didn't give him or that thirsty heffa a second thought.
Fast forward to my return home, I wasn't outta Lambert Int'l Airport 5 minutes and he's ringing my phone. I answered cordially and he didn't say one word about what had gone down. I was still in the airport, so he had Monica on the phone, not Monni Muthafuckin' B. I told him to call me back in an hour. Once I was in the comfort of my home, that phone call promised to be nothing nice.
Before I made it home, I called my cousin/his sister-in-law to tell her what happened. She already knew & that didn't surprise me one bit. He told his brother who in turned told his wife/my cousin.
When he did call I let his ass "have it" again. He plead his case and asked if he could come talk to me. Whatever dude. You need to come & get your jacket and sneaks from my house anyway, which I had neatly tucked into a Target bag and had waiting by the door.
When I opened my front door and he saw that bag, I think his heart broke. No lie. I can't even describe the look on his face. He asked if I would hear him out before I kicked him to the curb and I agreed to listen.
In the end he asked me to give him a few days to get somethings straight and asked that I not dismiss him completely. Whatever. I was still on Cloud 9 after spending quality time with my honeybear.
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