So Gone - By Jennifer Luckett

SO GONE

By Jennifer Luckett

Copyright 2013 by Jennifer Luckett So Gone

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First Edition March 2013

Printed in the United States of America

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

From The Beginning

Molaysia

Sometimes men simply amaze me. The more we try to be their all, the more determined they are to replace us with a much lesser woman. That’s exactly what my man did, and it was so humiliating. I would’ve felt better if he would’ve crept with classy women who had something going for themselves. But noooo, Blunt always seemed to attract downright nasty, gutter snipe hoes that looked like they had just climbed off the stage in a strip club.

Blunt and I had been together for over three years, and our relationship had been an emotional rollercoaster ride for at least the last six months. No, make that the last year because his black ass was on his best behavior the first two and a half.

Little did I know that those blissful years during which he spoiled me and made every day all about Molaysia Alexander was nothing but a mirage. Oh, the nigga was smooth as butter with his game. He had me running around smiling like my face was stuck, but after that it was pure pain.

The problem was other chicks. As soon as I got rid of one broad, another one took her place. I really couldn’t blame the chickens for wanting him. Blunt had a mean swag that was definitely intoxicating, and his appearance was very satisfying to the eye. He was a twenty-eight year old, thugged out, street dude who stood about 6’1". He was medium built, but well-toned, darker than blackberry molasses, and as sexy as sin.

More so than his appearance, I guess I was attracted to his bad boy swagger. Yeah, I was bubble gum stupid, but I wasn’t a hood rat. My Aunt Sara, who raised me after my mother died of a brain aneurysm when I was only a child, taught me to carry myself with respect. I loved that woman so much. She was kind, loving, and treated me like her own.

Her daughter, Leesha, who was one year younger than myself, also welcomed me into their home with open arms. Being that Leesha and I grew up in the same household, we were more like sisters than cousins. Aunt Sara taught us to have each other’s backs and never allow a man to come between us.

Speaking of men, my aunt’s husband had passed a year before I went to stay with her. The many framed pictures of them that hung on the walls told the story of the beautiful love that they had shared. I admired Auntie's strength to go on without the love of her life. She was fond of saying that her soulmate wasn’t dead because he lived forever in her heart.

My dear aunt was very resourceful. She had a way of making a dollar out of fifteen cents. Which was a good thing to have back in those days in Memphis, Tennessee when money was scarce, and you were a single mother.

Aunt Sara was from the old school; she had been raised to be a housewife not an independent woman. "When your uncle died I had to learn how to fend for myself," she explained.

It hadn't been easy. Auntie often preached to us that getting an education was much more important than getting a man.

What Auntie instilled in me was the desire to become much more than some nigga's baby's mama. "Get that degree first, and then you can find yourself a husband. That way, no matter what happens, you'll have something that no man can ever take away from you," she preached.

I listened, yet I still wanted the same things that most girls dream about. I wanted to get married to a handsome man, own a nice home with the white picket fence around it and have a dog running around in the backyard. I wanted to have handsome sons that looked like their daddy and a cute daughter with deep dimples in her cheeks and pigtails in