when i was 6, i remember quite vividly waking up to my parents yelling and arguing downstairs in the living room. the house was pretty old so the floors would creak a lot when you’d walk, but by then i had learned where to step for it to not make any noise. by doing so, i reached the top of the stairs and sat at the top step to see what was going on. i didn’t really understand what they were yelling at, but after a couple of minutes, i saw my mom walk out the front door. immediately i began crying, but i didn’t want my dad to know i was up so i went back to my room and cried myself to sleep. what else can you do as a six year old? and i remember thinking how scared she must be, being that we lived on w. calvert street in north philadelphia..not too deep into the bad parts but still pretty scary for a 6 year old and a little lady at nighttime.
15 years later, i sit on my living room floor in nothing but a beater and my brand new pair of lavender underwear, not too unlike the attire you would have found me in back then. i’m eating hwehduhpbab my mom brought home and we begin talking about random things here and there. i haven’t seen her in about two weeks (she’s always asleep when i come home, and i’m always asleep when she goes to work). i kinda wish you could tape our conversations. here’s a little bit of our conversation, or my favorite part of it:
mom: i don’t buy that bullshit
me: seriously, what a bitch! umma, you shoulda socked the shit outta her!
i think today was the first time i’ve so nonchalantly cursed in front of my mother. (sorry, but i’m still struggling with this potty mouth..)
so she tells me about how she met up with one of her old friends and all the crap that’s going on these days, and she brings up her relationship with one of the ladies she used to be very close to. it turns out, 15 years ago, my parents got into one of the biggest fights because of this one lady, who was supposed to be my mom’s close friend. long story short, the two husbands (my dad and friend) get into a little dispute, women become angry at each other, the lady decides that she wants to say something to my dad, mom gets angry, etc. etc. parents get into a fight and mom leaves the house. 15 years later, my mom still has not forgiven the woman, nor my dad for not taking her side.
i don’t know how to close this blog. i think this is more a way for me to remember this. i just thought it was interesting how i remember that night but didn’t know what it was about until today. but anyways, men, please always support your woman. and that lady better not come around me because she will get an earful of bad words and threats. sorry, Jesus, but you understand my anger, right? -_-