About five years ago I was sneaking around with an older girl from my dads choir, Mary Jane. She was my everything, and when I found out she was pregnant I was the happiest kid on earth. Even though I was sixteen at the time I didn't care, I was ready for anything as long as Mary was by my side. My parents of course wasn't happy with me, so I left and stayed at Mary's apartment. Everything was going good during the pregnancy until after Dyana was born. Her attitude towards me changed and she was no longer the Mary I fell in love with. Soon after she confessed to me she's been in a relationship the whole time and that she really didn't have feelings for me, she just felt bad, but Dyana is still mines.
From that day on I've never got into another relationship and it will stay that way as long a I live, relationships aren't for me anyway. I didn't let Mary's wrongdoings stop me from being a father, and I'm happy I made that choice. Dyana is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she just so happens to have a hoe for a mother.
"She's busy right now." She says boringly. "Busy doing what?" I ask waiting for her to respond. She chuckles lightly before speaking, "Why do you even care when your in Los Angeles with those video whores." She spat back, emphasizing 'Los Angeles.' I knew she was still mad. "Look I done already told you I'm only out here for business and to provide for Dyana, not some damn video whores..." I frown growing impatient, "And so what if I'm with 'some damn video whores' we are not together I can do that, now where is my daughter." I continued, now angry that she was taking me through all of this just to speak to my daughter.
After splitting with Mary, she seemed to be happy with her 'new' relationship and had no intentions of ever getting back together with me nor did she have remorse for what she did to me. Since she found out we got signed, she been acting different lately. She always questions who I'm with or what I'm doing as if we're in a relationship. I knew she would regret how she treated me considering how successful my music was becoming. Oh well, karma is a bitch.
A smile formed on my face when I heard a voice I've grown to love. "Hi Daddy" Dyana eagerly spoke. "Hi princess, what you been up to?" I questioned, curios to see how she's doing since my departure to New York. "Yesterday Ron took me and mommy to get ice cream and today he's taking us on a picnic." I roll my eyes at the mention of his name. Ron is the dumb nigga Mary left me for, and even after finding out about me and her relationship, plus our child he still stayed with her.
Cuban Gooding Jr. as Ron Phillips (1966)
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For some odd reason Dyana has a strong bond with Ron, I sometimes feel like he's her father with the way she talks about him. I can't deny that I feel some type of way when she brags about their relationship, I feel as if I'm failing as a father.
"That's nice... anyway do you like the bike I got you?" I changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on that particular topic anymore. Her fifth birthday was a week ago and I wasn't there to celebrate with her and it was her first birthday without me, so I bought her something she always wanted, a bike. "But daddy I thought Ron got me the bike." She reluctantly says. What fuck she mean Ron got her the bike, I paid for that damn bike. I let out a deep breath sitting down. "Why would you think that?" I know Mary trifling ass is behind this but I need to be sure before cursing her out. "Well mommy and Ron told me that, duh silly" she giggled.
