Sunday, May 8, 2011


This is another installment to "Her Leftovers", after the fight between Quintina and Tamesha. 

Quintina was sitting on the couch in the living room when Cortez made it home.  He had a few bags of food and a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he struggled not to drop before heading to the kitchen.  It was dark in the room so Cortez was startled when Quintina called out to him.

"Hey baby," Cortez said, turning to her.  Quintina slapped Cortez across his eyes hard enough to blind him.  He dropped everything to the floor and covered his face, "What the f...?"

"Since you love her so much, pack your shit and go over there," Quintina sneered.

"Quintina, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Tamesha.  Yeah, your girlfriend sent me a birthday present.  Let me show you."  Cortez followed her to their bedroom.

Quintina grabbed the remote and pressed play.  She turned the volume up.  Cortez rubbed his eyes and squinted at the tv.  His bloodshot eyes got big as goose eggs and then filled with tears.  "Baby..."

"I don't want to hear it.  Get out!"

"But this is my place."

Quintina pulled her gun from the shoe box, pointed it at Cortez and cocked it.  "You've got 15 minutes."  He hurriedly gathered as much as he could stuff in a gym bag and left.

After Cortez was gone, Quintina collapsed to the floor and began to sob.  She had no idea what she would do next.  The obvious choice was divorce but she wasn't sure if she really wanted to be completely through with Cortez yet.  She would give it some thought. 

Quintina moped around for about an hour then cleaned up all of the items that Cortez had dropped. Everything that was salvageable was stored away and the broken items were thrashed.  The flowers were fine but she shoved them into the garbage disposal.  She took a shower, got dressed in a flattering red dress and tried to camoflaug the bruises on her face.  Satisfied with her results, she called SaLynne and asked her if she wanted to go out.

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

"Some place where there are some fine men with real jobs."

"Uh oh. Sounds like Cortez is going to have some competition."

Quintina laughed out loud.  "Girl, you have no idea.  Come get me, I may not be able to drive home later."

"Quin, what's up with you?" SaLynne sounded puzzled.

"I'll tell you when you get here."

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Are You a Nag?

I’ve never played the nagging girlfriend role in any of my relationships. If I asked my boo to do something once or twice and he doesn't do it, I do it myself or get someone else to do it. My patience is too short to keep begging someone to take out the garbage, cut the grass, wash the car, or pay the dang light bill.

The nagging has come from the guys in my life. Well, mostly from one particular guy, I’ll call him Lee. He and I haven’t been in a real relationship since 1999, but that hasn’t stopped him from bugging the HELL out of me for one reason or another.

• “You work too much.”

• “How come you don’t call me?”

• “How come you don’t come see me?”

• “Can I come spend the night?”

• “Can me and my kids come spend the weekend with you and D?”

• “Are we going to do it soon?”

• “Bring me a beer and a box of black n mild’s.”

The list goes on and on.

Why? Well, I guess I’ve got that come back, LOL. But for real though, in 2008, I made the mistake of telling Lee that I would marry him in December of 2012. Now, the agreement was that he and I would have ourselves together by then. I was hoping to have my debt to income ratio down to at least 50/50 and hopefully have lost a significant amount of weight so I wouldn’t look like a whale walking down the aisle. He was supposed to have lived on his own for at least one year (not with parents, siblings, cousins or smoking/drinking buddies). Lee should also have a better job that would allow him to at least be able to pay the rent while I handled the other bills. I would work on my cooking skills and he would limit his drinking.

It is now May of 2011, and I have not lost weight, I’ve added more student loans to my pile and my cookbooks are collecting dust in the kitchen drawer (Thank God for my daddy). Lee has no job, lives with his mom, and has acquired a drinking and driving charge which has his CDL license in jeopardy. Great couple huh? Hell no. Time is ticking down and it doesn’t look like either one of us is going to be on point by the end of next year. I’ve come to the realization that maybe it’s not time for me to get married or maybe he isn’t the right guy for me. Lee on the other hand makes it his business to at least call me, text me or Facebook me to ask if the wedding is still on and why I haven’t returned any of his calls. The last time he sent me a note, I told him that when I get off of work, that I don’t feel like talking to anybody and that I wish I could leave my son at daddy’s house all week and only see him on the weekends. Boy oh boy, all he could say was “ok” to that. Maybe he thinks I’m having a nervous breakdown or something. At this point, I don’t really care what he thinks; he really gets on my nerves so bad. If Lee finds a chick that can put up with him, heck I’ll pay for their wedding reception myself. I should probably tell him that to see what he says. Maybe he’ll get curious and read this blog post when it pops up in my Facebook profile.

Who is or has been the nag in your relationship? If it's you, stop it, NOW!!