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“What bitch are you even talking about Soraya? Who you feeling like right now? Why you calling my phone, questioning me about a bitch, when me and you are no longer together?” he asked, eyes trained on me, waiting on a response from me.

“You told me that you didn’t fuck Gina when I asked you that shit a year ago! I told you I saw her at the nail salon, and that bitch was laughing at me! You lied and said that you didn’t fuck her!” I screamed. My sister came out of the bathroom because she heard the commotion.

“Hang the fuckin phone up, Soraya because you going to do that stupid shit with him, and be crying in the morning, embarrassed about it!” Shai said, walking over, and I knew she was going to try, and take the phone from out of my hands, so I stood up, and it’s like the liquor went right to my legs, so I stumbled, and I fell right on my ass.

Still in my swimsuit, I sat on the floor, and because tequila was going to do that shit to me every time, I sat here on the phone with my ex-husband, and stupidly, I started crying.

“What the fuck she drank, Shai?” Law asked my sister. You could hear the concern all in his voice.

“Fuckin Tequilla. Law, hang the phone up because she not going to let me get it, and I don’t feel like fighting with her,” you could hear the annoyance all in my sisters voice, like I was ruining her high.

“Your such a fuckin liar. You knew you fucked that bitch when I asked you-

“When you asked me that, me, and her hadn’t fucked yet. She only sucked my dick!” he said, and that comment broke my heart, and I hated that for me.

“Sevyn, what the fuck! Just hang the phone up. She drunk, and by you saying that, you not making the shit any better!” my sister screamed at him. Tears were steady falling down my face, and I was using my free hand that wasn’t holding onto the phone to wipe the tears away.

“It’s cool. Watch I fuck another nigga. I’m going to do some foul shit to you Law, and Ima fuck a nigga that you know, and have him all in your fuckin face, laughing at you, so that you can see how that shit feels.

You probably couldn’t wait to go and fuck that hoe.

It’s cool. Watch how I do you. Just fuckin watchhhhhh!

” I was hysterically crying and using my hand to wipe the tears.

I was so mad that I was shaking. Law was unfazed by the shit that I was saying because he was just staring back at me with that permanent mug on his face.

He looked like he wanted to knock my ass out so bad.

“Why you called me, crying about that bitch, Yaya? You saw some shit on social media?” his voice was calm.

“You took the hoe to lunch, and you fucked her!” I screamed, already coming up with my own version of the story.

“I took the hoe to get a five-dollar wrap, and a buy one get one 50% off smoothie. You speaking on shit like you were there. I ain’t fuck that bitch the other day.

I got a lil head, but that was it. I shouldn’t have to explain that to you though.

You left a nigga, remember? Then, you out there, drinking tequila, knowing that shit make you act stupid, and delusional.

Get yourself together before I hang the phone up, bruh. You wilding tonight,” he went on.

“I don’t believe shit you say. I know you fucked that bitch,” I damn near mumbled, as I struggled to get myself together.

“Of course, you don’t believe shit that I say to you.

That’s how you do a nigga, Ya. My word don’t mean shit to you these days.

If it did, we would never have gotten a divorce in the first place.

A year ago, when you asked me if I had fucked that bitch, I hadn’t.

I got head from her. I didn’t fuck her until after the fact.

The other day, she pulled up on me at the office, and we went to lunch.

I got a lil head in the car. Why the fuck I gotta explain that to you?

” he wanted to know. I was drunk and struggling with getting to the red x on the screen, so that I could hang up on his ass.

I eventually found it, and when I did, I tossed my phone across the room.

I know for a fact that my screen shattered because I didn’t use phone cases for any of my phones, as a means of protection.

“I don’t believe him. I know he fucked that bitch,” I said to my sister, still sitting down on my ass, and using my hands to wipe away the tears that was left over.

“Come on. Let me help you get in the shower. You not about to drive me fuckin crazy while we’re out here, Ya.

Don’t drink shit else, for real. What you going to do?

Get drunk the rest of the three days that we have out here, and call Law each time to pick a fight with him?

” she asked me. I didn’t respond back to her.

She shook her head, and she reached her hand out, so that she could help me stand up from the floor.

Because my legs were so wobbly, messing with my movement, she assisted me with going to the bathroom, and even had to help me with my shower.

There was left over chlorine in my hair, so I stood up under the shower water, and I washed it out, using the shampoo that I’d packed.

My shower lasted about fifteen minutes, with the help of my sister, standing right outside the shower, making sure that I didn’t stumble and bust my ass.

Once I was done, I was able to brush my teeth, and I did a quick, sloppy skin routine.

I couldn’t stand here at the counter for as long as I usually could because I was in my feelings terribly, and the liquor had really kicked in by this point.

After that, I added lotion to my body, and I threw on a white tee, boy shorts, and I climbed in the bed. I could be so clingy, so I scooted over to my sister, and I laid my head on her chest, as she laid down on her back.

“Everybody used to ask me if I could handle seeing Law with another bitch, and I always used to say that I could. Shai, I don’t think I can.

Seeing those pictures, and videos of him with that bitch, it felt like somebody put a size twelve boot on my chest, stomped on it, and twisted their foot around.

That shit hurt me to see. At the same time, I don’t think me and Law are going to be any good for each other.

When Sarai died, it’s like our marriage died.

I don’t think that I could ever go back to the same version of the wife that I was to him before that happened with Sarai.

I’m still bothered by it. I’m still hurting over it,” I shared with my sister, allowing a tear to fall from my eyes.

“What if you and Law get a better therapist this time? You even said that you didn’t care for the therapist that ya’ll had to use before the divorce.

What if a better one can help, and give ya’ll the better coping mechanisms, and proper way to mourn the loss of Sarai?

Yaya, you still love him. That man still loves you too and is still deeply in love with you.

You’re going to drive yourself the fuck crazy, stressing about seeing him out with another bitch.

You know what that nigga look like. You know the kind of money and status that he has.

Bitches see that, and they going to automatically flock to him, and want him.

You going to have to come up with some kind of solution because them hoes love your ex-husband, and they going to try and fuck his ass down to the floor,” she said some real shit to me.

I shed tears listening to her tell me these things. It was a harsh reality, but I knew that it was shit that I needed to hear.

I continued laying on her, until I eventually dosed off.

I knew one thing for certain though, and that’s that I wasn’t going to drink shit else during my time here in St. Maarten.

By tomorrow, I would get in my feelings for the second time if I continued drinking, and I was going to cry to him, telling him to bring his ass out here, and fuck me, so yeah, after tonight, I planned to leave the drinking alone.

My ass had done enough. I showed my ass for the remainder of the trip.