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Chapters (43)
  1. WAHIDA CLARK PRESENTS:
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Wahida Clark on Mental and Behavioral Health

Tasha was the first to pipe in. “Yeah booooyeeeee!” She said in her Flava Flav voice. “Now that sounds like fun. My man ain’t here to take me out. And since he’s not, he better come with a real nice bank roll for putting me through this shit.” She looked off, probably thinking the same thing I was, like all the shit we’d been through with these niggas. Murders, kidnappings, jail, robberies. Our relationships and our marriages had been crazy!

But that was what we signed up for when we got with them. Loving them came with all the crazy and stressful bullshit. And as crazy as it sounds, I still wasn’t walking away.

Kyra, who was looking depressed, worrying about her Rick situation, suddenly perked up, snapping her fingers, and seat dancing. “Hell yeah, let’s do it!”

Jaz had the worst attitude of us all and had been upset since Faheem wasn’t fucking her or with her because of her birth control shenanigans. She too perked right up at the mention of my Pajama Jammie Jam. “Oh, as long as we have some decent food, I’m down.”

What does Jaz think decent food is with her vegan ass? “I don’t want no tofu!” I told her.

“Girl, I make a mean hummus!”

“I don’t think so. We need some chicken wings and margaritas and some weed. Where we going to get some from?” Kyra interjected.

“We can watch a movie.”

“And we got to binge on The Comedy Get Down.” Tasha was pumped up. She rubbed her stomach, which was still sore from the C-section as she lay on the sofa bed.

“Okay, we can play charades,” Kyra suggested, or should I say she always suggested charades. “Or we can keep it hood. Get that spades game going, dawg! Sheeit, you talking about doing it how we used to.” She stood up to high-five her cheating partner, Tasha.

“All right, all right; it’s on. I’ma make sure we get turnt up.” I was excited. “And don’t worry about the weed. I got that covered.”

Seeing my girls happy made me happy. Shit, we had all been through hell and back and once again we were going through some shit, so it was only right that I turned their frowns into smiles.

TASHA