A Hood Nigga's Forever Chic! (Part 3)

Chapter 13 (Tierra)

    I couldn't believe that this was my life. I'd

already gone through enough by loosing my

first baby and only mother. Now I was dealing

with my deceiving husband and sneaky ass

cousin.

I spent the next few weeks alone at home. I'd

be lying if I said I wasn't depressed. Sad thing

was I was dealing with it all by myself.

I had to get myself together. Continuous

crying and not eating well wasn't going to

change anything. I needed to think about my

child's future. I had to force myself to heal and

quickly.

Crazy thing about it is, I still loved the hell

out my dog ass husband. Ignoring his calls and

text was the hardest thing I ever done. EVER!

I started thinking that maybe divorce was an

option. I mean, how was I gonna look him in

the eyes knowing he'd fucked on my cousin?

How was I gonna live with him after all of that?

I decided to contact the lawyer dude I met on

South Beach to find out if he could help me

with my divorce proceedings. I don't know why

I still had his business card. I never got around

to throwing it out my beach bag.

I was a bit nervous about calling this man. I

mean it was embarrassing telling him I needed

a divorce after I flexed my wedding ring in his

face so tough.

    I called him around noon. Couldn't believe I

reached him on a cellphone. I guess I was

expecting an office line or something. And I

excepted him to be busy for some reason.

Aren't most lawyers busy?

He answered with a professional tone. "This

is Rico speaking. How can I help you?" He

asked even before knowing who I was. "I don't

know if you remember me. This is Tierra, the

woman from the beach." I said while trying to

remind him. "I thought you'd never call. How

can I help you shorty?" I could tell he was

wearing that charming smile even through the

phone.

    " I don't know if you can help me or not, but

I'm going through a rough time with my

husband. At this point I want a divorce." I

admitted. "Damn ma. I'm sorry to hear that."

He stated with empathy. Hearing him call me

ma only made me think more of Antwan who

always called me that.

    By the way this man spoke, I could tell he

wasn't the average lawyer. "Look shorty I'm not

a divorce Attorney, but I got friends that can

help you out with that part. I'm a defense

attorney, I can help you with winning over

the house, kids, cars and shit like that. If you

want to go over the details than we can discuss

everything over lunch." He said.

   He might of been Just what I needed. After

all, Antwan owned everything. I didn't even

have a job. How was I gonna win the judge

over? I wasn't going to be able to take care of

the baby with nothing.

    I agreed to lunch with Rico. I'd have to travel

from LA to New York and back, but in my mind

it was worth it. In my mind Antwan and I were

done.