The Dirty Divorce Part 3 by Miss KP Page B

you’re pregnant?” Trixie asked wit’ a dumbfounded look.
    “Naw, I just swallowed a watermelon. See, if you played mommy with both of your daughters, then you would know what was going on in my life,” Toya said as she dragged in her bags. “And don’t get mad at grandma because I made her swear not to tell you.”
    Trixie placed her hands on her hips. “So, what makes you think you can just come here, especially now that you’re knocked up?”
    “Cuz you got the space and you my mother, egg donor, whatever the fuck you want to call yourself these days,” Toya responded.
    “Hold on, Toya. Now, be a little more respectful to your mother,” I interjected. It was like Lisa and Denie all over again and I just couldn’t take it any longer.
    “You need to mind your business,” Toya snapped.
    I wanted to slap the shit out of her smart-ass mouth. “Look, I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen me. We’ve never even sat down and had a real conversation, but I damn sure don’t remember you being so disrespectful.”
    “Rich, right?” Toya asked like she couldn’t remember. When I shook my head, she continued. “Normally, I would have a comeback, but I actually wanna shake your hand. I hear you’re the one who killed that bastard Mike.”
    “Toya, don’t start,” Trixie interrupted.
    “No, I don’t know if Rich really knows the real Trixter,” Toya fired back.
    Trixie tried talkin’ over Toya like she was tryin’ to hide somethin’. I silenced them both because I wanted to hear what Toya had to say.
    “Hold up…first of all Miss Lady, I ain’t kill nobody. Secondly, what’s your beef wit’ your mother?” I was curious as hell.
    “She put me out after she came home from work one night and caught Mike on top of me. That’s my beef. No matter how much I tried to tell her he was abusing me, she never listened. When he got me pregnant, she was done. After she took me to get an abortion, she dropped me off at my grandmother’s house and never turned back.”
    At that moment it looked like Toya wanted to cry.
    “So, after having one abortion, you went and got pregnant again? That was smart,” Trixie commented.
    Toya shook her head. “I sure did. At least my baby is gonna love me!”
    “Damn, how long are you gonna throw that shit in my face, Toya? I’m sorry that I put you out all because of Mike. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” Trixie said as tears began to race down her face.
    I’m sure it felt like she was bein’ attacked by all of the skeletons in her closet.
    “No matter how many times you say that you’re sorry, it doesn’t change how I feel. It doesn’t erase my scars.”
    All of a sudden this hard-ass mutant turned into a soft little girl who obviously needed a hug.
    One thing I knew was I didn’t sign up for this shit. I was officially ready to go. If I wanted to deal wit’ a hard headed teenager, I would’ve been tryin’ to reconcile wit’ Denie.
    “Well, I guess y’all have some catchin’ up to do, so I’ma go ahead and roll out.”
    After listenin’ to them go back and forth a few more rounds, Juanita and I finally left and headed out to Tyson’s Corner Mall.
    Juanita was the spittin’ image of both me and Denie. She was such a cute little girl and her curly hair that Trixie let run wild wit’ a headband always got me attention wit’ the ladies. As soon as we got in the car, the flood of questions started. She was very talkative, and asked damn near every question her little brain could think of until we arrived at the mall thirty minutes later.
    We started out at Nordstrom in Tyson’s 1. After buyin’ her a cute pair of studded flip flops and a shirt, we made our way to the men’s department so I could get me a new pair of Gucci loafers. I was so glad that First Lady still hadn’t cancelled the cards. It would’ve been embarrassing to get denied. Once Juanita got her a Ladybug pillow Pet from a kiosk in the middle of the mall, we stopped at a