Chapter Four

Angela
I ignored the call when I saw it was from Rissy. I knew she'd take it personal when she found out.
"Meech I know you have to go home but can you please stay one more night and watch the kids while I go talk to the attorney?"
My phone buzzed again. This time it was Anthony.
"I don't know."
She was reluctant.
"Please Meech you can go shopping in my closet and take whatever you want."
"Okay but you talk to Eric when he calls.
"I will. Thanks so much," I said hugging my friend.
"Are you really sure about this Ang. I mean he did say he didn't have sex with any of them."
"Not yet and besides he's cheated before."
"Before you were married."
"I just can't keep being stupid for guys."
"I know me and Anthony haven't always got along but divorce is so final."
"Well I made up my mind."
I went to take my shower.
Before I went to bed I checked my messages:
"What the fuk is wrong with you? My brother is over here crying his eyes out over you. I knew you was a triflin ho. Don't think you gon get any of his money either I will kill a bxtch over my brothers."
The message from Anthony's number was a hang up.

Rissy's words echoed in my head as I drove to the attorney's office. I understood her anger but what she said was far from true. I didn't want Anthony's money. I really and truly love him.
"I'll let Mrs Wade know you're here," her secretary said.
I was so nervous when I walked into her office.
"So tell me why you're here?" she asked me.
The words played in my head but I couldn't say them.
"Well what did he do to make you choose divorce?"
I broke down.
She handed me a tissue.
"I know it's hard especially when you still love him. I'll give you a minute."
After I pulled myself together I was ready to begin.
"What does he do for a living?"
"He's in a singing group with his brothers."
"An entertainer? So he makes pretty good money," she said writing notes on her pad.
"Yes but I just want child support for the kids and the keep the house."
"How many children," she asked still writing.
"Two boys and one on the way."
She looked up at me with compassion in her eyes.
"How many months are you?"
"Almost five."
Mrs Wade thought before she began to speak again.
"I will need to know all about this relationship because divorce is a big step and if there are ways around it I like to use them. So Mrs. Harrell, how did you meet your husband?"