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Me: What time Saturday?

The bubbles appeared almost immediately.

I frowned.

Why the fuck was she awake?

Nesha: BITCH?????????

I laughed.

Me: Answer the question.

Nesha: 10. Why?

Me: I’m coming.

Three dots.

Gone.

Three dots again.

Then my phone started ringing.

I declined it.

Immediately.

She called again.

Decline.

Nesha: CALL ME BITCH

Me: No lol

Nesha: WHO ARE YOU AND WHERE IS SAMANTHA

I laughed harder than I meant to and covered my mouth because everybody was asleep.

Me: I’m tired of being in this fucking house.

That wasn’t completely true.

I loved my house.

Loved my babies.

And despite how badly I wanted to kick him in the back right now, I loved the nigga asleep in my bed too.

I was just tired of feeling like wife and mother were the only two versions of me anybody got anymore.

Nesha sent another message.

Nesha: Oh we OUT out then.

I stared at it.