Since we are talking about shit that is living rent-free in our heads...

I don't know what time is anymore so weeks/months ago, my son was w/his dad, but he was fucking up.

I didn't know how much bc his father is shit at communicating. My son is a teen and knows this.

Anyway..

So I end up in one of those not clear what my son's father is really trying to say bc I'm on a serious topic--our son--and he's off talking about, "You know, I always had this fantasy that all my baby mamas would live together w/me."

Yes. Plural baby mamas.

If you've read any AITA posts where the man gets his fantasy, you can *almost* imagine how reality plays out. **

**No, this isn't about an orgy I had w/baby mamas.

So fast forward a little. My son has FUCKED UP. Or, rather got *ME* fucked up.

Now back in my day, when a child is on the wrong path, you get all the responsible adults together so they are all on the same page.

Me, being the Black mama I am, I pick up my son from where he shouldn't be and bring him back to his daddy house where he should be.

Prior, I send a text and say WE ALL NEED TO TALK.

Now, when I get there my son's father hasn't made it yet.

This is where things get off track.

One of my son's siblings answers the door.

I inquire, "Where are your parents?"

"Dad isn't here but my mom is."

"Can you get her?"

"She's in her room."

Silence then

I realize that I have to be a little uncouth bc this baby don't know what to do.

Let's just say, I took ten years off her life when I said, "Hi!" and I was standing at her bedroom door.

Eventually, we trail outside to talk. I stay on topic of my son and what I expect of him while he's there.

But it's me. So eventually we laughing about shit.

Son's father pulls up. He sees us talking and laughing. He parks.

Now twenty minutes pass and I realize, he's still in the car.

I stop and say, "Wait. Is he going to come over here or he is scared to?"

She laughs and says, "He probably scared."

We keep talking about another twenty mins after that.

He. Still. Has. Not. Left. His. Car.

Him

Now I'm not about to put all my dirty laundry out there on the 'Net.

But I'll tell you two things:

1. When we broke up, or rather when I realized I was done with him, he had left my house and forgot to log out of his Facebook.

Messages were sent to other parties so they knew what he had been saying to everyone about everyone else. I was so young but still so petty.

2. I know a lot of his dirt bc this town is small, his friends like me more and his fam loves me too.

So anyway, eventually, I say, "He will sleep in that car. Let's go over there instead." I, of course, cackle loudly after I say that.

We have the adult conversation.

But, I've been thinking about him hiding in that car. And I have laughed bc I just know he's been SICK.

Today I see baby daddy. I stop to ask him if he can give our son a ride home 'cause I need to work.

He says, "So...what was y'all talking about?"

Me: Yes or no? Can you give our son a ride home?

Him: Yes.

Me: Thanks. Also, you want to know what we talked about?

Him: Man, yes

Me:*

*I am much older but still so petty