Life After Marriage Book 3

Hard Decisions Part 2

**** I dedicate this chapter to each and every person who commented on the last chapter. Y'all don't really understand when you comment, it gives me a lot of ideas. And allows me to see what issues between Aug and Amb should be addressed. I hear y'all opinions loud and clear, and I will try to address them each in the story.  So yeah keep commenting lol ****

Donielle O's mom in m/m 

AUGUST P.O.V. –

I woke up to realize I had fallen asleep in the den. I palmed my face and yawned. I didn’t feel bad about what kicking that girl out my house. Child Abuse , child neglect. Any cruelty toward’s a child is out of line, and I’m not going to go around acting like it isn’t.

Amb was acting like she did some simple shit like, forget to pick him up from school. No she left this six year old boy on a moving fucking freeway! Had Sata not spotted him, there’s no telling what could’ve happen to him. He could’ve been dead. So excuse me if I’m looking out for the best interest of a child.

Excuse me if I understand what it’s like to have a crack addicted parent, who did shit like O’s mom. And a mother who was so fucking in love with a man, she chose him over me.

(Side note – it kinda hurt me when I heard August say he felt like his mother chose a man over him in that angie Martinez interview. Glad they worked through that though. )

Don’t get me wrong. I love my mother. As much as Octavian loves his. And I have forgiven her yes, but I know she was wrong. She was wrong for not protecting me. She was wrong for not putting me and my brothers first, instead of giving her time and attention to some no good ass man. Who made all of our lives miserable might I add.

And he did some horrible shit to me. Shit I’m going to take to my grave. Shit nobody knows but me and God, and I’m going to spare y’all the mello-dramatic details. But it’s in part why I’m so emotional.

In side this 28 year old body, is that little boy that wished he had somebody to save him on dark nights. That wish he had somebody that put him as a priority and told him how special he was.

And Mel gave that to me yes, and I love him so much for that. But imagine how much more powerful it could’ve been if it came from my mom. I didn’t choose to be here. You fucked and had me. Then once I’m here, you neglect me for some nigga?

I had suppressed all these feelings because me and my mom worked through it. But seeing Octavian in this situation it brought all the old shit to the surface. And since nobody was there for me, I wanted to be there for him. And while he may not appreciate it now, he will look back on this and see I was doing the right thing.

I got a mouth, I know. And maybe my choice of words wasn’t kosher to say to Amb. But I thought of all people she would understand. Her savior complex is starting to annoy the fuck out me. Yes, some people deserve a hand up.

But some people need to lay down right where they are and suffer, until they realize what they did was wrong. Because if you help these niggas up, they get off scott free and think what they did was okay. It’s not.

AMBER P.O.V. –

“You can’t catch me Sata.” Octavian said running.

“I catch you.” A3 said running after Octavian.

The kids were playing tag in the yard.

 “I appreciate this.” Donielle, Octavian’s mother said as she ate breakfast I had cooked.

Early this morning before anyone was awake, I went out searching for her. I found her asleep in her car in the Target parking lot, just like O had said she usually goes. I took her back home with me. Let her shower, gave her some clean clothes and fed her.