Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,49
she was doing a few guys. Anyway, the next thing I knew Channel was blowing up my phone saying that she was pregnant and that I was the father. This girl was banging so many guys at the time, I’m sure she called all of us. Well, she had the baby, but she never took me to court or anything. I never had a paternity test done and last but not least I don’t pay any kind of child support through the courts. Only thing is, the kid looks just like me!” Kavon said with his head down. So, let me get this straight. I said. One, you knew or had an idea that this girl was seeing someone else, and you didn’t use a condom? Two, you haven’t had a paternity test, and you don’t know for sure if this is your daughter, but you think the little girl is yours? “Three, you give the girl money monthly for the baby. I asked. “Yeah, I kinda feel deep down inside that she really is mine.”
“That’s not all,” he said. Kavon reached for the bottle of Gray Goose again and poured an extra shot and threw it back. Then he dropped the other shoe on me (a Timberland I might add). I also have a newborn son by another girl. He’s four months old. “What!” I exclaimed. “Please calm down, baby, I had no idea I would get so serious with you. I wanted to tell you this a while ago, but I couldn’t. I was scared,” he said sadly with tears in his eyes. “See, the baby’s mother Renee, and I broke up on bad terms around the time we met. Renee and I got into an argument one night over me hanging out. She started cursing at me, and then she started hitting me in the face. I slapped the shit out of her causing her to topple over and hit her head on the floor. I grabbed my coat and walked out. When I came back two hours later after cooling off, she was sitting on the side of the bed talking on the phone to one of her friends cutting up my clothes!”
“It took everything I had not to snatch the scissors out of her hands and stab the shit out of her. She told her friend who was on the other end of the phone to call the police if she heard her scream. So I had to back off and keep my cool. Then she threatened to have me locked up if I hit her again and to leave the keys to the apartment on the table and to get the fuck out. So I walked out with only the clothes on my back. I left everything. Even though we lived together in the apartment, I knew she would fight me for everything. The TV, the computer, the furniture, everything, so I decided it was better to leave it all. So, I left empty-handed. I called my parents, told them what happened and moved back home with them that same night. I changed my phone number, closed out our joint bank account, changed my job and went on with my life.”
“At the time, I didn’t know that she was pregnant, and to tell you the truth, I don’t think she knew either. Anyway, one day my man Ali ran into one of her friends at some party almost six months later and told him that Renee had had a baby boy and that the baby was mine! That’s right after I met you,” Kavon said. I sat in the chair stunned! Instead of baby mama drama, I had gotten involved with a man with four baby mama’s going on at the same time!
I couldn’t utter a word; I was numb, speechless, and just exhausted after that story, I had to regroup. All I could do was to shake my head. I walked into the little kitchenette area and grabbed a bottle of cold water, four aspirins and then lit a cigarette. I turned around and shouted, “Four Baby Mama’s! What were you thinking about? What was I thinking about?” I yelled. I walked into the bedroom and lay across the bed. I could feel a headache coming on, and I was trying to ward it off before my head exploded. I curled up in a ball and started to drift off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning Kavon was sitting silently in