Jaz must have thought that we were really in prison, serving us jail house caramel popcorn balls and her homemade pizza. That girl was trippin’. After we danced until we could dance no more, we binged on The Comedy Get Down, which had my side hurting as well as my scar from the c-section we laughed so hard. I don’t know which mood killer suggested we watch, Best Man Holiday but that shit was a total dud.

When ol’ girl from The Players Club, the wife (Monica Calhoun) who was dying, started singing “Silent Night,” I was no more good. I cried from deep in my gut. I was sobbing so hard it made each of us realize how important our camaraderie was and we started hugging each other. That shit was like a domino effect, everybody was tearing up. I never wanted it to take such a heartbreaking situation to happen for us to value our friendship or marriages.

I wish my husband was here with me.

“Why are we crying?” Jaz asked through tears. “One minute we laughin’ all loud and now we are all crying.” And we all burst into laughter and couldn’t stop.

Kyra started crying. “I miss Rick. I do love him. But why? What am I going to do? How can I love him when he’s putting me in such a fucked-up situation?”

“At least none of your marriages are on the brinks like mine. I fucked up!” Jaz started crying. By the time Aunt Marva joined the party, all four of us were boo-hooing.

“Ain’t this about some shit.” She announced standing in the middle of the floor looking at us as if we were crazy.

“God woke me up and led me to tell y’all this. He has the strangest ways of getting our attention. Everything happens for a reason, season, or a lifetime. I’m leaving in the next day or so. Y’all don’t need me. Y’all have each other, and I think that’s more important for right now. And y’all still have a few more lessons to learn from all of this, but you’ll be fine. Lean on each other for strength. That’s what family does.”

It was just like Aunt Marva to kick some old woman wisdom to us. It was much needed, and I now found the positive in us being cooped up in this house all together.

“Come here.” She motioned for all of us to get up. “Let’s get a group hug. And let’s take a selfie.” We all burst out laughing.

“What do you know about a selfie?” Jaz asked.

“Don’t worry about what I know about them.”

We took the selfie, and then Marva began praying, “Heavenly Father, keep their husbands safe so they can return to their families and continue to build even stronger families and grow the love between them, Amen.”