I already knew that being married to a DJ and music producer things would be hectic. If it wasn’t groupie whores it was him being away all the time, but what happened on our wedding day threw me for a loop, but somehow that night he put my mind at ease.
He told me everything. How it happened and why, and the rest of the conversation that I didn’t hear between him and Rena that would have cleared up all my confusion.
I knew that bitch Rena was a slick bitch, but I never thought that she would come up on Moe at our wedding trying to start some shit. But that's what happens when a bitch thinks you stole her man and that man just so happens to be an up and coming music producer.
Bitches wanting Moe was nothing new, but at the same time Moe was a regular dude; he made beats at night and went to work during the day. That was his routine, and going out and being in bitches faces wasn’t his thing.
We went to Barbados and talked the whole time, made love on the beach, he promised to never lie and definitely not to cheat. He apologized and even cried about it saying that he felt like dying and never wanted to hurt me.
I forgave all of it and we came home stronger than ever starting our new life together as husband and wife, but now I felt like it was our wedding night all over again.
We had only been married for two months and already he was packing his bags.
“Moe, couldn’t you have turned down the promotion?” I asked him as I followed him from around the house as he tried to pack his bags.
“Yeah, I could have, baby, but this is more money.” I liked the sound of more money, but with more money came more responsibility, and now with this new position it meant that Morris would be gone most of the time.
“When are we going to see you?”
“Weekends. I’ll come back every weekend until I find us a place and you, and the boys move down.”
“Move down?” I had no intention of moving. My family was here, my job was here, and the boys were getting settled into school.
“Yeah, move. It's gonna get to the point where I can’t come back all the time.” This was too much.
“You sure it's just this show that has you leaving?” He was grabbing things as he walked through the house.
“What other reason would I have to leave my family?” I didn’t say anything. I hadn’t mentioned her since we got back. He started picking up their son at his mom’s house without having direct contact with Rena, but still she was always at the back of my mind. Plus, what his mom said at the wedding still bothered me. I knew she wanted them together, much rather him be married to her, but somehow I won his heart.
“You think your mom wants you to be with someone else?” He spun around at that question.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“At the wedding she said she was glad that you chose one of us.” He laughed still packing grabbing bags and clothes. “And that you chose me, because I have a job and have two kids by you.”
“What?”
“Did you marry me so you could get away with not paying child support?” It was a good question. I had thought about it myself, but had pushed it out of my mind until now.
“Look, I gotta go.” He grabbed his suitcase. “I’ll be gone for a few days.”
“Hold up, so you leaving right now? What about my birthday party tonight?” I could tell he forgot, his eyes wide and he was rubbing his forehead like he always did when he was frustrated.
“Ki... I gotta work, baby, like what do you want me to do?”
“You just made it back in town this morning now you leaving again? I shook my head, this shit didn’t sound right, not even for his crazy schedule. “I want my husband to be at my damn birthday party with me. What are people going to think?”
“I don’t give a fuck what they think as long as I can put food on the table.” He stared at me like he was looking straight through me. I wanted to say more, but a horn outside took his attention.
“That’s the ride to the airport.” Grabbing his bags he was out the door leaving me behind.
“Damn, I can’t get a kiss, a hug, anything?” This was all sudden, he came home saying he had to go on another trip, and now an hour later he was out the door.
Running back up the steps he dropped one of his bags and a few things scattered on the steps. Giving me a quick kiss he bent down pushing the contents back in.
You gotta let a man be a man. The pastor told us at our counseling before we got married. I kept hearing that in my head, and now watching him run off to make money for us I felt like I just needed to support him.
“Alright, baby. Just call me when you land, okay?” He waved jumping in the cab and driving off just as the boys’ school bus pulled up in front of the house.
“Mommy Mommy…” They came running off and up the steps.
“Aww, babies. You just missed Daddy.” They looked sad with Morris junior having his head down like he was going to cry.
“Mommy, what’s this?” He kneeled down grabbing a gold wrapper and handing it to me. I felt my face turn to lava as I looked at it. Right in the spot where Moe dropped his bags was a gold pack condom wrapper.
“Is that gum?” I had no words for him.
“No, baby. It's not. Come on, go inside and change your clothes. We are going to the barber shop.”
“Yeah, we get to see Uncle Titus.” They were right, but I needed to see Titus too. He was the only one that could get through to Morris for me, and if Moe was cheating on me only a few months into our already fucked up marriage I was going to leave his ass. There was no way I was going to stick by him through this shit. I got married to get away from these issues, and now here I was with a magnum condom in my hand knowing damn well me and my husband didn’t use condoms.
Being a newlywed meant I was supposed to be happy, but all this marriage brought me was pain.