Chapter 1

She Called Twenty-Five Times in Ten Minutes

 

I looked at my phone ten minutes later. She had called 25 times.

 

“Are you kidding me?” I thought. It was completely crazy. After falling asleep, I woke up and looked out my window. She was outside of my apartment, blowing her horn and yelling my name. Even crazier, she had my daughter in the backseat watching this. It was one o’clock in the morning. This is when I finally realize what I had to do.

 

“No! I am not going out and cheating on you tonight. Will you please stop asking me that every time? I have to work late. That is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. Is it possible that I could love you and really want to work hard and want to give us a better life? Why is it that you are always wondering if I am cheating?” She said, “I know you have never cheated on me but my last relationship you know I was cheated on.” And I replied, “That wasn’t me!” And this is what happened throughout our relationship.

 

Hi! My name is Tyson, and my girlfriend is Keisha. We are both from Atlanta. We’ve been together since I was 22 and Keisha was 18. Of course, we are much older now. Keisha and I have a lot in common. We love to travel, and we are both very outgoing people. Well, our relationship has gotten to a point for me where I am no longer willing to keep working on it. She is not getting any better. We are arguing about me not always answering my phone in front of her, me having my phone on vibrate. My thought is that I’m old enough to make my own decisions and that it’s my phone, so I can handle my phone situation however I want to. I must say this: I love Keisha as much as I have ever loved anyone in my life. She is the one woman in my thoughts, and if I were going to marry someone, it would be her. She’s also the one woman I am able to trust, and I would never believe that she would cheat on me.

 

But I could not continue to deal with her insecurity. She and I had a talk in which I told her that if nothing changes, I would be done. And then she started smoking, which was even more of a turnoff. I’d had enough. I can only take so many accusations. Well, after breaking up, we had minimal contact. A few months later, I called her and told her I was moving. She started crying and saying she was upset that she would never see me again and asked if I could stop by and see her before I left. So before I left, I stopped by. We talked and she cried the whole time. She asked me to spend the night. At first, I didn’t think it was a good idea, but after thinking about it and seeing her so upset, I decided to stay (not to mention, I was horny as hell . . . ). I knew all along what was going on, and I went with it. So we’re lying down on the bed, and she was telling me how sorry she was and how she really wished she was going to move with me to Dallas, Texas. She came closer, laid her head on my big chest, and put her arms around me. I did the same to her. I could feel her body shaking and hear her sniffl ing. She was crying uncontrollably, but she did this to us. She did all the things that made me not want to be in this relationship even after I communicated my concerns about her insecurities many times. She had to know I was going to leave this relationship she knew the one thing I could not stand was insecurity. She kissed my lips, and I kissed her back. And then she began passionately kissing me and saying she loved me, she loved me, she loved me and how sorry she was. I was almost ready to change my mind, and we began making love. We did this slowly and passionately all night. Why couldn’t she be like this before? She said she wanted me to come inside of her one last time. She said this night would be perfect if she could have my child. In my mind I was thinking, “Whoa!”

 

However, I couldn’t take it out, and she told me she had not been with anyone since me. After all, we had made love without condoms for years. The night was over. I gave her a hug, and I left on my way to Dallas, Texas. I got there and I was really enjoying myself. I’d gotten settled and the weather was great. About three months later, Keisha called me and said she was missing me. I must admit I missed her too. And then she started crying again and saying she had something to tell me. I asked what it was. And then she dropped the bomb: “I am pregnant!” In my mind I said, “What?” However, I had to play it down. I asked what she planned on doing, and she said she would have the baby. I was in shock, so I hung up the phone and just sat there. I wasn’t prepared for this. I didn’t think this was a good time for this. What should I do when I was having a baby by someone I was not even with? I said, “God, please help me with this.”

 

So I pulled myself together and called Keisha. I suggested she move to Dallas with me so that I could help her throughout her pregnancy and eventually help raise our child. She thought that this would be the best thing. I took off a week and flew back to Atlanta. I helped her pack her stuff in the truck and we drove back. I asked to move our apartment to a quieter place, because I knew she liked being secluded. She loved the place. I would get home before her every day and have warm bathwater waiting on her. I’d even cook some nights. Sometimes she ate. Sometimes she didn’t. I would also take her on little walks just to get her out of the house. And then the baby came, and initially she didn’t want any drugs and wanted to have natural birth, but she was in so much pain that she said, “Give me the shot.” We had a beautiful baby girl. As I was in the room watching this, I saw a whole baby head and all come out of that little hole. “How is that possible?” I wondered. My mouth was wide open in amazement. Well, the baby was there and it was not all that cute right away. It was a little pale for a little while.

 

Before the baby came, I had worked lots of hours at work so that I could be able to take six months off to help raise my daughter. I did everything I could to support Keisha and our child. One day—this is gross, but it will show you how much I still loved Keisha—she couldn’t go to the bathroom and do number two. So I went to the store to get her some Ex-Lax and these pellets that are guaranteed to work in five minutes. When we read the directions, it said to stick it up her, but she couldn’t reach it. So I told her to bend over, and I tried to do it for her. Well, that did not work, and then she said it was almost out. She was in so much pain that I stuck my finger in there and tried to pull it out. How gross and embarrassing! And to top it all off, that didn’t work either. I read the directions again, and they said that the tablet was supposed to be swallowed.

 

By then the money was getting low, and we both had to go back to work. She took a job with Verizon, and I went back to my sales job. Everything was going great until she started asking me to stop talking to any of my girl friends. I refused and the issues with her insecurity started all over again. Keisha still didn’t want me to leave the house without her or my daughter, even to go to work. We kept arguing about my friends and my social life. What was funny was that she had a guy friend who called her all hours of the night, and I took her word that it was a person she grew up with. As a courtesy, a lot of time I would leave the room and give her that privacy. I would even let just her and her guy friend go out together. He would come over when he visited from out of town when I wasn’t there. Now that I look back on it, I probably looked liked the dummy to trust her that much. She’d tell me, “Well, you met him. Therefore, there is nothing going on.” None of my girl friends, on the other hand, wanted to meet an insecure, jealous girlfriend. One day, Keisha came home with matching cell phones from her company, and they were very expensive ones. I didn’t think anything about it at the time, but in hindsight I think she wanted to spy on me by checking on my phone bills and whom I was talking to. Actually, one of my out-of-town girl friends said that Keisha called and told my friend that I was her man. She also added that Keisha asked her why she was calling me and she told her that we were just friends from high school who kept in touch. Well, I couldn’t have talked to that girl friend more than one time in 6 months. Keisha, to this day, doesn’t know I am aware of that phone call. I remember my friend Neil was coming to town and he called me from the airport to make sure I was going to pick him up and some woman answered so he hung up and when he dialed back she answered again.

 

Now, this is crazy, what she did next. Since she worked for the phone company and set the phone accounts up, she routed my phone during the day to her phone. I would have never found out until my friend told me about this. And up to this day I don’t know how long she had been doing it.

 

But one night, I was sitting at the table, and Keisha was at the back with our daughter, and my phone vibrated like I had a text message. I picked it up and read it. This is what it said: “Thank you for today your pussy tasted so good in my mouth.” My heart sank. I read the previous message, and it was from Keisha. It said: “Your dick tasted so good to me today.” He also said: “Thank you for shaving your pussy for me and going into the bathroom at work and pulling your panties off.” You see, what happened was since Keisha bought identical phones, she mistakenly took my phone to the bedroom with her thinking it was her phone and by accident she left her phone on the table with me, thinking it was my phone, until I read the details and then I had to keep reading. I could not believe she was cheating on me, with some man at work who I had heard was dating some nasty sleazy female already. I had never been so hurt in my life. I felt so stupid. I had been doing everything I could to make her happy, and that’s how much she really cared about me. So I went to talk to Keisha. She had already put our daughter to sleep in her room. I went back and began kissing her. I positioned my body where she could suck my dick, and she did, so I got ready to come. She gently tried to not swallow, but I didn’t pull it out. She went to the bathroom and came back when she got comfortable. I asked her if she was cheating on me, and she said, “No! Are you crazy?” I said, “You know those two identical phones you bought for us? You mistakenly took my phone and left yours, and I read it by mistake!” I then put it straight to her face what she had been doing at work, in cheap motels, and in the backseats of cars. And all along, I thought I had a quality woman. I had sex with her before I told her to confirm that my girlfriend was nasty enough to suck two different men’s dick in the same day. To me, that would let me know how pathetic of a girlfriend I had and I could move on very easily out of the relationship knowing she is capable of doing this.