I Was An Emotional Prostitute Part 44

In January, David told Darren and Angela they had to move by the end of March, period. I could hardly wait. I practically counted the days. Early in March, David came home to learn that they had picked up and moved. Darren left a note saying they’d gone to live with her sister and would not be back at all. David called me at work to tell me about it. He was angry, as Darren had not said a word about the car payments. I was relieved and very happy. No more tension because of them and no more having to hide my personal things to ensure they remained mine.

However, a couple of hours after I got home, I discovered two of my outfits were missing. I called the police. While I was waiting for the police to show up, I heard a car door slam. When I looked out my bedroom window, I saw Darren and Angela coming towards the house. Angela was just starting to light a cigarette when she must have caught sight of me. She paused and scowled ferociously. I stood in the doorway of my bedroom while trying to decide what to do. They couldn’t get in as I had dead bolted the door and no one had a key to it. So, I waited to see what would happen. Pretty soon, Darren knocked on the door. When I opened it, he looked at me and said, “What do you want?”

I said, “I thought somebody knocked on the door.”

He told me he had and that they had come back looking for a place to sleep because their original plan to stay with her sister had fallen through. Angela’s sister was being evicted herself. I told him that his note had said that they weren’t coming back and he’d made his choice that afternoon. He asked me what they were supposed to do. I told him that was their problem. I know he didn’t like it but he didn’t argue with me either.

Angela on the other hand, not only told me I didn’t own the house, but that David had given them till the end of the month. She even threatened to call the police. I told her not to bother as the police were on their way.

Darren asked me why and I told him because I was missing some clothes. Both of them immediately denied taking the clothing. Angela also demanded that I wake up David. I told her I didn’t need her telling me what to do then I closed and bolted the door. As I walked back into the living room, David came from the back of the house and asked what was going on. When I told him, he went outside and told them in no uncertain terms that they were not welcome here anymore. Shortly after that they left.

I think I finally know why Darren and Angela could not or would not accept my authority. They couldn’t yell at David, as he would have thrown them out sooner. That was the one thing I did not have the authority to do; if I had, they would have been thrown out the first time Darren brought Angela home for the night without permission. Not only that, but I’m not sure David ever made it clear to them that my authority was second only to his in this house.

One good thing came from Angela’s staying here; I came to understand how badly I must have smelled when I smoked. I had been a smoker myself until just a few months before she moved in. While I always smoked outside, I had no idea just how much it stank until she came in one day from smoking and I got a whiff of her. I went to David and apologized for putting him through that with my habit.

The other big problem with living here turns out to be one I never anticipated. I had been trying for some time to get my pastor, Steve, to dedicate my son to the Lord. This ceremony is basically a public recognition that a child is a gift from God. Steve told me at first that all I had to do was call his office, leave my number and we’d set a date. Well, I called his office later that week. I didn’t hear from him after that and I didn’t go to church for a while as I started to really go through some things emotionally and was just too tired.

The next time I saw Steve was at a church potluck. I talked to him about it again and he said he hadn’t seen me in service for a while and had some very real concerns about that. I told him that as far as I was concerned, this church was home to me. I also told him that I didn’t know how often he’d see me there because of the emotional stuff I was going through. I thought that cleared things up. Wrong.

I still didn’t hear from him. I finally cornered him at service one Sunday. That’s when I found out that he thought my living situation might be a problem. I got so upset, I couldn’t think straight. I went in the ladies room to think and wrote him a note telling him to “ask God how He felt about my living situation.” I walked up and gave it to him, then walked away. I don’t think he ever did as I requested in the note.

I did finally get a phone call from Steve later that week requesting a meeting with him before he would dedicate my son. I called back and left a message saying sure, but I generally work M-F from 8-5 and that I would be happy to come see him on a weekend as on the weekdays I was generally too busy. Steve called me back and said that his time on the weekends was at a premium, so he couldn’t see me then. Maybe something would break in my workweek. I was pretty upset about his saying that his “time on the weekends was at a premium.” I felt that my time on the weekends was at a premium as well, especially being a single mom, but I let it slide.