Hell naw, Jessica could wipe her ass and I swear hella people would be like "Omg, she so stupid" "That bitch annoying." Lmfao gotdamn, she can do no right, huh?

"Every woman has a breaking point ya’ll." - Keri Hilson

ANT

"Please, fold this red paper in half." the counselor  says. Here I am in husband counseling along with ten other men going through the same shit I'm going through. I've been coming here for almost a month trying to learn how to be a better husband and this shit is really working. Jessica and Torren have been traveling the world, going anywhere they wanna go so she can clear her head.

I fold my red piece of paper in half. "Now, copy my drawing." she says. I do as told, drawing. "Cut the shape." she instructs. I do what she said. "Pick the shape up and open it. You will see it's  a heart." she says. I open it. "Write your wife's name in the center of it with your markers, please." she instructs. I get a marker out the bucket along with the other men, then write Jessica's name in cursive in the center of the heart. "Now I want you to rip it as much as you can." she says. All of us start ripping the hearts into pieces. "Why did we just do that?" a white man asks her. "Every time you disrespect your wives, every time you don't motivate her, every time you all say hurtful things, every time you abuse her, that's what it feels like. Each and every time you cheat, you're hurting her. You're breaking your wives hearts and it's time to put a stop to it." she says. I swallow hard, thinking about every thing I've done wrong as I stare at the bits and pieces of paper.

I sigh. "This session is over. I will see you all tomorrow evening." she says. I stand up then check my phone. "Shit." I mumble, then walk out. I almost forgot about LaLa's gymnastics class she has this evening. I honestly don't know how Jessica managed all these kids and didn't lose it. It's harder than I thought. Now I really see why she was too tired and I was honestly being selfish. I never would've imagined being a full time parent like she is would be this tough.

I walk out the building then over to my car. I call Noble. "Wassup?" he asks. "Get your sister ready and get Amari ready. She gotta go to gymnastics and I gotta take him with me. And do me a favor. Take that chicken out for me, imma fry it when I get back home from her class." I say. He starts snickering. "What's funny?" I ask. "Nothing... you never were this involved. I'm used to it being momma. But I kinda like it. It's weird cause I ain't used to you doing the whole parenting thing." he says. I sigh. "I'm tryin' Noble. For real. I know I said I was trying hella times but I'm serious this time. This whole month I been puttin' in work." I say. He chuckles. "I see, dad. For real. Whether she take you back or not, I'll give you yo credit. You really are cooler than I thought now that you actually be there." he says, putting a smile on my face. It meant a lot coming from Noble's mean ass.

"Preciate it." I say, trying not to let my actual excitement show. That just made me so happy and it really gave me more motivation to keep doing the right thing. He starts laughing. "I'm finna go get her leotard out the dryer. I'll talk to you when you get here." he says. "Aight." I say, then hang up.

I'm sitting at a red light. I spot a woman with a big ass walking. I swallow hard then look away. I learned how to fight temptation. I'm not all the way right but I'm getting there one step at a time. That bitch is fine but she ain't even worth messing up what I'm trying to fix.

JESSICA

"Damn, bitch, that shit hurt!" Torren goes off on the Jamaican woman as she braids his hair. I laugh at him, watching as she braids it. We're in Montego Bay, Jamaica. We came out here to shop but the lady really wanted to braid his hair. "How much is it?" I ask as she does a second braid. "Ten dollars a braid." she answers. Torren stands up. "Hell fucking no. Girl, come on. These some scheming ass Jamaicans." he says, pulling me away by my arm.

I start laughing, shaking my head as we walk back to our tour guide's van. "Where we going now?" I ask. "I'm in the mood for some jerk chicken and rice." he answers. "Me too. Oooh, then I have to go find Vonte a Jamaican ash tray and a Bob Marley bong." I say. He nods his head. "Bitch, the shirts you got the kids are so cute." he exclaims.

I nod my head in agreement. "Right. They'll love them." I say. He nods his head. "What we gone do? Girl, I heard Ant sexy ass is super dad now and I heard he be in them sessions and classes faithfully. What if he really change? Or is you stuck on my baby daddy Montana?" Torren asks. I sigh. "Nigga, I don't know. I haven't really even been worried about it. Montana is so... whew, my dreams. But Ant  is really the shit, he just doesn't know how to express himself. I don't know." I answer. He shakes his head then points his finger in my face. "Best friend, quit being a hoe." he says. "I gave up on myself so long ago. If me hopping around is what makes me happy, imma do that. I don't give a shit about opinions anymore. I just make sure I keep that separate from my kids. I don't even care anymore. I'd marry both of them if I could." I admit.

He shakes his head. "Sis, what happened to you? You changed. You used to somewhat give a fuck, now you don't even care. You cannot hop from nigga to nigga, Jessica. That shit ain't cute." he says.

"Torren, I don't care anymore. No matter what the fuck I do, imma still get judged by mothafuckas. I don't really know what's wrong with me. I love Ant so damn much but we always end up fighting. I'm not exactly a saint myself. I'll admit my wrongs. Yeah, I somewhat put Montana before him and that was fucked up. I just ain't trying to be hurt by Ant. We both know how many times he said he was gonna try but never did. But with Montana, he treats me special and the way he cares for our son is just so... oh my God." I say. "Bitch, you so fucking weak minded." he says.

"Shut up! I don't give a fuck, Torren! Let me be weak minded then! I'm grown as hell, I can do what I wanna do! I know I'm a terrible mother, I don't even know why my kids or anybody would even love me but I still try to show them right! Reign is nothing like me, okay? Nothing! She knows that the way I am is not how to be! Torren, I know I'm fucked up and I don't give a damn no more. I've been fucked up since I was a damn child, so it probably ain't changing. So, let me be weak minded or whatever else you and them hating ass hoes in your salon call me!" I go off. I didn't even try to snap like that but I'm irritated.

"Don't try to flip this and make it sound like I'm attacking you. Bitch, I defend you and kick hoes out my salon every day for talking about you. I'm telling you cause I love you. This shit you doing is not right. Jessica, you didn't know who your damn baby daddy was and you were only assuming it was Montana's. Plus, everybody wanna know who the fuck Reign's daddy is." he says. His eyes widen. "I'm so sorry for saying that." he says. I change my mind about hitting him then push him. "Fuck you. You didn't have to bring my baby in this. I opened up with you about that. That was a secret and I'm still upset about it. That was so fucked up of you." I say, still shocked that he took it there.

"Jessica." he says, following me. I snatch away from him and continue to walk. "I was only trying to make a point." he says. "You made your point. I'm exactly what everybody call me, a no good, crazy hoe with anger issues that flip flops between two niggas and doesn't deserve neither. Perfect. It's nothing new, I think so myself. I'm not shit." I say, shrugging my shoulders.

I went on vacation to get away and clear my mind but I've been stressed the whole time, hiding it with a smile. I'm really at my breaking point. I want to give up and kill myself every fucking time I wake up or look at myself in the mirror but I can never do it because I love my kids too much. I'm cutting myself again and shit. I hate myself so much. I just want to go somewhere and hide and never come out.

"Jessica. You don't know shit about Jamaica and our van is back there. Where the fuck you going?" Torren asks, following me. "Why does it fucking matter? Let me guess, you're about to call me stupid and annoying because I'm hurting and don't wanna be bothered? I'm about to be all types of irritating bitch, cry baby hoes, dumb hoes, and everything else, huh? Well, save it. It ain't nothing I don't know already." I say, continuing to walk.

He wipes tears out his eyes, then snatches my arm. "Torren, let go of me!" I yell at him, earning looks from some of the tourists that came on cruises and some of the Jamaicans standing around. He looks at my arm. "Jessica, why the fuck are you cutting yourself again?" he asks, staring at the almost healed cuts that are still a little visible. I snatch my arm away. "I don't give a fuck about myself. Move, Torren." I say.

"Really? So, you just gone give up on yo kids? Really?" he yells. I ignore him. "Leave me the fuck alone." I say. He snatches me in a hug. "I'm not leaving you alone, Jessica. I will never turn my back on you. I will never do that. You need help and I'm gonna get you that, okay?" he says, holding me tight. "You are my best friend and I love you so so much. I'm about to do everything in my power to help you. You need help, Jessica. I ain't giving up on you. If nobody's here, I'll be the last mothafucking one standing by your side and I mean that." he says. "I don't know what to fucking do, Torren. I'm never good enough." I say. He rubs my back. "Yes you are, Jessica. I swear." he says.

I pull away as my phone rings. I clear my throat, trying to sound as normal as I can, then answer Reign's phone call. "Hey baby." I say. "Hey. Can I ask you something?" she asks. "What is it?" I ask. "This lady at the mall just walked up to me and she looked a lot like me. She said she's Montana's mom. Ma, I just want the truth, am I his daughter?" she asks.

"No, Reign, your dad is Ant. You look exactly like me anyway, what are you talking about?" I ask. "Everybody call you a hoe and people always throw up how I'm probably Montana's and I wanna know." she says. I sigh. "Reign, not right now. I'm not in the mood." I say. "Ma, answer me!" she yells. "Reign, who the fuck you hollering at? What the hell, you forgot who I am? I ain't them lil funky ass girls at yo school, I'm your momma!" I go off on her. She starts laughing. "Yeah, you are my mom but do you even know who my dad is though? Ma, my whole life you've been a hoe. I remember catching you about to have sex with uncle Vonte, then you went to daddy, then to Montana, and back to daddy. You aren't exactly the best mom out there." she says.

I throw my phone then scream in frustration. Torren grabs my phone. "What the hell happened?" he asks, looking at my cracked screen. "She didn't lie. I'm just a hoe." I say, staring at my hands. "Huh?" he asks. He looks at my phone then puts it to his ear. "Reign, what you say to your momma?" he asks. "The truth! She a hoe! All my friends know, everybody know!" I hear her yell.

I walk away. "I'm done." I say. "Jessica." he says. "Naw, I'm done." I say, walking over to the jerk chicken place. I sit down at one of the tables. That guy from the mall walks over to my table. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Go away, real shit." Torren demands. He sits down. "I would go away but this is my business. Are you hungry or thirsty? You don't have to tell me what's wrong but at least let me get you something to eat and drink. Free of charge. I'm Quan if you didn't remember." he says. I ignore him.

He walks over to the guys cooking then says something to them in Jamaican patios. I don't really know what he said. He stands there for a second then takes two plates of jerk chicken from him. He grabs some sauce then walks over to us. "Lemonde?" he asks Torren. Torren nods his head, squirting hand sanitizer in his hand. I stare at the food, trying hard not to cry. I'll probably penalized by Torren for crying so I won't do it.

"Eat, Jessica." he demands, squirting hand sanitizer in my hand. I rub my hands together. Quan walks over here holding two Lemonades. He sits them down. "I know it probably won't cheer you up but it's good and you'll enjoy it." he says. "Thank you." I say. That's the least I can say. He smiles. "No problem. Enjoy." he says. Torren smiles then thanks him. "Battybwoy." he says to some old man with dreads, laughing and slapping hands with him.

"Torren, you're a batty bwoy. That means gay man." I say, chuckling, trying to say anything to keep from crying. "Damn right. I loves the batty. Don't that mean anus?" he asks, making me laugh. I wipe the tears that fell then continue to laugh. "Stupid ass." I mumble.

My mind drifts off to Reign. I do not need to go home right now, I'll fuck around and kill her ass at this point.

NOBLE

I drop LaLa's Leotard on the floor then storm in the kitchen where Reign is. I know I didn't just hear her say what I think I heard.

I get in her face. "Momma a hoe? That's that shit you said to my momma?" I ask, getting all on her. "Get away from me. You weird as fuck, you like momma? You wanna fuck your own momma?" she asks. I draw back then punch her disrespectful ass in her nose, sending her flying across the kitchen into the stove.

She starts screaming and crying while she holds her bloody nose. I walk over to her then lean her against the table. I start punching her anywhere I see. She starts trying to fight back. Majesty runs in here and starts fighting me. "She our sister, nigga, she a female!" he yells in my face. "I don't give a fuck if she was a old ass lady, she disrespected the shit out our momma! I don't give a fuck about what mistakes momma made, yall know she still love us and yall know she'll do anything in her power to make us happy! That shit was fucked up, Reign!" I yell at her.

"What she say?" Majesty asks. "I called her a hoe because she is one!" Reign yells. My dad walks in the kitchen. "Whoa, what the fuck?" he yells, lifting Reign up. He leads her to the sink. "Hold yo head back." he says, handing her a bag of frozen vegetables out the refrigerator to put on her nose.

"Start talking, now." my dad demands. "I beat her ass. She disrespected momma, call her a hoe and some more shit! Go ahead, beat my ass, ion fucking care, she ain't finna do my momma like that! So what, momma be doing her own thing, but I promise to god she has never turned her  back or gave up on us!" I yell.

My dad doesn't say anything. He closes his eyes tight then starts counting to himself. He quickly snatches the kitchen drawer open then pulls a bottle of pills out. I watch as he takes three of them. He starts pacing the floor, then punches the refrigerator. I watch in shock and fear as he starts hollering and cursing while destroying shit. "Gotdamnit. Bruh, fuck!" he yells, then throws the toaster across the kitchen.

I look down. I have never seen my dad throw a fit before, I just heard about em. This is one of the rare times I'm scared of something. This nigga going crazy in here. "Dad, chill." Jessie yells, running over to him. I watch, wide eyed as Jessie struggles to hold him down. "Stop." I say, helping Jessie.

"Get the hell up off me!" he yells, then punches the wall above my head, making my eyes widen. "I'm fuckin' trying! Why is shit going wrong?" he yells.

Amari runs in the kitchen crying. He jumps on my dad. My dad calms down a little then picks Amari up. I watch as he slides down the wall, crying with Amari. I look down. I'm not used to this side of my dad. "I'm fuckin' trying, yall." he says, shaking his head.

"I know, daddy." Jessie says, sitting next to him. Reign and Majesty join him. I continue to stare at him in shock. I don't even know what
to say or do right now.

DARIUS

I raise my eyebrow as I walk in my house. There's boxes packed up everywhere. "What the fuck is this, Diamond?" I ask, watching her tote boxes in here. "I'm leaving. I'm tired of you talking to me crazy. Plus, you ain't ever gonna marry me. A relationship is to build to marriage. We've been together nine years and it's still the same. I'm almost thirty and I've wasted so much time with you. I can't do it anymore." she says.  "Really? You leaving me cause I won't marry you? What the hell? I'll get on one knee right now, Diamond, don't leave." I say. She shakes her head. "I'm leaving for me, Darius, not you. You don't love me anymore and that's that." she says.

I pull her in my arms. "Diamond... do not leave me. See, this the exact bullshit my sister and Ant go through! I never wanted this to happen! That's why I wouldn't marry you. Diamond, I'll do anything. Don't leave." I beg her.

She ignores me then walks to the back. I follow her then lay her on the bed. "Diamond, please." I beg, pulling her pants down. Before she can move, I go down on her, eating that shit like my last.

She starts screaming and moaning, gripping my head. "Darius, I can't take this shit no more. I'm tired of wasting my time." she cries. "One more chance. Just give me a lil more time." I say between her legs, then spell my name down there using my tongue.

She grips my hair. "Please, Diamond. A lil more time." I beg. She continues to moan and grind her hips. I'm about to try my hardest to get mentally ready for this, then I'll propose. I ain't trying to lose her, period.

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