Here is the story about Brashawn that I mentioned but never got around to blogging about. Since I’ve had like, what, about 3 weeks to cool off, this post is going to be drastically different frow what it would have said had I typed it when this happened. Anyway, about 3 weeks ago I got a message from Brashawn asking me to call him. I call him back and realize his cell is off, so I’m thinking he’s probably upset because his phone is off. I call the house phone. It just so happens that I talked to Mother before I talked to him and she told me that he’s gotten mad with her because she wouldn’t let one of his girlfriend’s aunts claim him on her taxes so he could get money to pay his probation. WTF!!! (OK…I thought it was going to be different, but just thinking about this pisses me off!) Anyway, Mother tells him no. So when I talk to him I don’t tell him that I know anything and he starts whining about how mom needs to let this woman claim him on her taxes so he can get $650 so he can have money to pay his probation. He goes on to say that he’s not going to let mom “MESS ME OVER AGAIN THIS YEAR” like she did last year. Again, WTF???
After he’s done I calmly ask him why he thought she would go for that when and why he even thinks she should when SHE has been the one working and supporting him. Of course he didn’t want to hear this. I told him that I would have said no too. He starts talking about his probation and needing money and I stop him and tell him he needs to get a job to pay his own probation…mom did tell him to go out smoking and driving and getting arrested. He was the dumb ass so he needs to take care of it himself. And yes I tell him this. He gets mad and starts saying that’s why he doesn’t tell us anything because we always take each others’ side. I tell him to grow the hell up and to take responsibility for his own actions and if he wants someone to give him money for his probation, he needs to go to Rashawn and Tovia since he claims that the weed was theirs and he went to jail for them.
Then he starts talking about how my mom wouldn’t have anything if it wasn’t for his daddy! Now, I had to stop him in his tracks right there because he really rubbed me the wrong way then. I have seen my mama struggle and work too hard for him to even go there. My mama has ever needed a man to do a damn thing for her. Everything THEY (including their daddy) have, is because of my mama. She is the only one working in that house supporting their daddy, them, and two babies that she doesn’t have to support. And neither of their grown asses are working. I ask him can he support himself since he’s so mad about what’s going on and he says yes. So I tell him to pack his s*&% and get out since he can take care of himself. Yes, I’m am highly pissed and upset by this time and I’m going ballistic on him. Then I hang up.
Maybe I shouldn’t have put his daddy out like that. But I couldn’t stop myself. Who in the hell does he think he is? I was almost in my car and on my way to Corsicana that night. But I didn’t go. I almost called and apologized to him later because I did feel bad about how I talked to him, but I didn’t call him back. I was planning on letting him stew in it for a few days and then call, but of course, I forgot to call back. So it’s been about 3 weeks and I still haven’t talked to him. Oh well, he’s grown. He’ll get over it. Caz I’m definitely not going to apologize. He needs to grow up!
Now let me get back to my happy place! We are in day 2 of our move and we are almost done. We’ve gotten all of the furniture moved, now we just have to get the TVs and finish cleaning the apartment. The electricity still isn’t on at the house and isn’t expected to be on until tomorrow. We stayed at Meme’s last night and probably will tonight too. I won’t have my wireless connection over there, that’s the hood for ya, but I can deal with that being that I plan on docking my laptop to the desk anyone. So DSL will do. I will post a photo when I go back today. I took my camera to take pictures the other day and forgot to put the battery in it! :O
