"I'm Still a Woman" (Excerpt #2)

Ok, I'm gonna try it again...keep your fingers crossed! Chapter One ~A SHORT SYNOPSIS ~ Now my three sisters are a treat. Patricia, Tricia for short (Daa) is the eldest, she’s thirty-two years old and has been married and divorced three times working on her fourth and always wants to give advise on love and relationships. Ironically that’s what she does for a living, she’s a psychologist who specializes in relationships, needless to say, no one listens to her--at least in this family. And if any of her patients knew her personal life was in such shambles, I don’t believe they would either. She has four sons, one by each husband, they’ll all juniors and each was a trip--I’m speaking of her husband that is; let me break it down for you. First she met and married crazy Stacey when she was twenty…“Mom, I love him! Besides…I’m pregnant.” “Tricia, baby no!” “Yeah, we’re going to get married.” “Baby, no! He thinks little green men are talking to him.” “Lots of people do.” “No…lots of crazy people do--and besides he believes they’re talking to him through your underwire bra!” “I don’t buy those kind anymore, besides he just has a creative mind.” “Honey, that’s the problem…he doesn’t have a mind--for Pete’s sake, your sisters call him crazy Stacey!” Needless to say, divorce number one. Next she married Rod-the-Bod when she was twenty-three…“Mom, I love him! Besides…I’m pregnant.” “I thought you weren’t dating him anymore, especially since he hit you.” “He says he’s sorry and that he loves me and promises it’ll never happen again.” “Unreal. So, is that what he told you?” “He promised, mom.” “Oh really. Well, why don’t you go dig up my dead sister Vicky and ask her about a husband’s promise not to hit you anymore!” “Momma, it’s not like that!” “’If he hits once, he’ll hit twice. When he‘s tried of that, he‘ll try a knife, when all else fails, he’ll take your life.’ That was my sister’s last poem…you remember we found it the day after she was found shot to death in her home.” “Oh, momma…” …divorce number two. Then there was Porno Bruno when she was twenty-seven…“Mom, I love him! Besides…I’m pregnant.” “Not by that porno freak! And have you ever heard of the ‘pill‘, it works wonders, ya know!” “Mom!” “You’re pregnant by that porn addict?” “He promises to give it up for good this time!” “Isn’t that what he said the time you caught him downloading pictures of women having sex with horses--and what about this last time when the police arrested him for soliciting a minor online!” “He said that was a mistake, he thought the girl was a woman--that‘s what she told him.” “And the emails stating she was fourteen didn’t give him--no! Better yet give you, a clue that he was lying?” “He was framed, momma! You know the police have it in for the black-man!” “Is it that you can’t understand or you just won’t!“ “What do you mean?” “Are you really that naïve? [A sadden half chuckling in disbelief] You don’t get do you, Tricia? The man shouldn’t have been soliciting anyone!” “No, I’m not that naïve, mother. I’m just pregnant and my child needs a father.” “That was a decision you should have though about before you got pregnant…for the third time.” …divorce number three. And presently there’s Bill the paleontologist, he’s pretty safe, but she treats him like complete and utter crap, future divorce number four. Now on to my sister Karen. Here's a peek at tomorrow's excerpt...

Karen’s the next oldest, she’s thirty and owns a string of beauty salons in the ghetto. She doesn’t have any children and thinks anyone who does is a complete loser--excluding Tricia of course. But I believe she secretly wishes she had children of her own, I see how she looks at Tricia’s kids. But if the Lord’s willing, we’ll all have families of our own…one day. Anywho back to reality, Karen’s been dating a lovely woman by the name of Melinda. They met about three years ago in a wedding of a mutual friend and have been inseparable every since. Melinda wasn’t Karen’s first lover, she’s had her share--not calling my sister horeish or anything. I just want everyone to know this isn’t a fad, this is who she is; and I admire her courage to be how she really is. Yes, my sister’s gay. And it’s not a problem…well, for us it isn’t, but you know momma wasn’t feeling it at all…