I’m in the studio spending some time with the family. I didn’t plan on coming down here today, since we just got in from Bridgeport late last night, but my little “brothers” begged me and I couldn’t say no. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with them and I’m starting to feel like I need to be in their lives more. Shit, they look up to me. With them being teenagers and my uncle not being the easiest person to talk to, they definitely need someone else they can get advice from. We’ve been here all day, goofin around, grilling them about shit they have no business doing, and showing them the basics of how to make beats. Mitchell, as expected, was more interested in learning. He’s always had a good head on his shoulders and stays out of trouble. We didn’t find out about him until he was around nine and since he lives with his mother and step-father, he’s not tainted by this rich ass lifestyle. Micah, on the other hand, is spoiled as hell, worse than I was. His grades are good, but he has that “zero fucks given” type of attitude. I feel like he needs the most attention, so I’m definitely going to be around more. Since he decided that texting his little girlfriend was more important than learning the business, I decided to fuck with him in true older brother fashion. Just as I was going through his phone, teasing him about the emojis they send each other, the last person on earth I wanted to be around came storming through the door with security following behind. With the drama that Levi caused, quickly shut down, I figured that anybody who wanted to benefit off that shit would eventually come out the wood works. It’s no shocker that my Ex is standing in front of me. She’s always tried to slide her way back into my life when it seems like my relationship is having issues, so I know exactly why the fuck she’s here.
These last few weeks have been pretty tough on my family. With the bullshit my uncle did sinking in for everyone, I fear it may only get worse. Even though we’ve done our part to keep everything under wraps, the media somehow got wind of their looming divorce and the reason behind it. I’ve been doing my best to shield Micah while he stays with us, making sure he stays off social media and any site where he can read the bullshit people are saying about his parents. I swear man, people are really fucked up. Some of the comments I came across were rough and included shit like, “He needs to be cut out of all his children’s lives”, “That family is so dysfunctional. Child services needs to get involved”, “What did she think was gonna happen after the first break baby? #playyourpositionandshutup”, and “If she can’t appreciate him someone else will…Starting this up for his fine ass #MaseGetAtMe”. To make shit worse, Cay went on a rant and picture spamming spree, trying to add to my aunt’s embarrassment. This whole situation is a fuckin mess and it kills me that there ain’t shit I can do to change it. Thinking about all of that had me mentally fucked up for a minute until I realized that I needed to focus on what I could do to help. Trying to keep up with that, I decided to have a small cook out with my cousins. I figured Micah and Micayla needed this and any ounce of normalcy they can get. Eventually between water gun fights, messing with them in the pool and later on cozying up with Leah in the hot tub, I completely forgot about everything that’s going on. Since it was getting late, I had the chef cook while Leah and I went upstairs to change. We ended up taking a lot longer than usual but shit, I was in a great mood and it could not be wasted, ha. By the time we went back outside it was dark, so I didn’t notice my uncle standing there. Apparently Mimi felt the need to call him over here, while we weren’t around. He’s been living in a rental outside of town while he looks for a home closer to the family estate. I was heated as fuck, especially since she knows how I feel towards him. Even so, I didn’t address it. He brought Mitchell, and all Micah talked about today was going back with Micayla to spend the weekend with him. I endured as much as I could but after we ate, I went straight over to the sofa area. Seeing him interact with everyone like shit is all good, started to get to me and I had to get away. At first he got the hint and stayed clear but within 15 minutes or so, his ass took a seat right next to me wanting to know what was up.
“So, wassup? Can’t speak all of a sudden?”
“Humph…Wassup.” I said, in a low tone.
“Wow…Ok…”*rubbing his beard*“So we back to this hunh?”
“Back?? Who said it ever went away? ”
“Look son, I get it. I wouldn’t fuck with me either if I were you, but family is all we have. I am hanging on by a thread, Moses. I fucked everything up again and I have to live with that for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve her and I know that…I’m just trying to piece my life back together.”
“Are you seriously in my face right now looking for sympathy?? She’s worse off than you can even imagine. She’s not just hurting, she’s broken! Why the fuck do you think Micah’s here? You sold her this dream that shit would work out, held up to it for five years and then threw it all away because y'all were fighting. You didn’t just fuck some random thot either…You fucked Cay and got her pregnant! Somebody you used to love. You decided her pussy was more important then making shit right with your wife. Mom’s can’t handle it. That makes two fuckin children you had on her! She’d rather be medicated with anti-anxiety drugs and sleeping pills then face the pain.”
“Medication?” He asked, looking worried as shit.
“Yo, you are so fuckin clueless when it comes to anybody but your damn self! Yes, she’s takin medication. This ain’t the first time either. We almost…” I said, pausing as I noticed Micah coming out the house with a overnight bag in his hand.
“Almost what, Moses?”
“Nothin. It’s not important. Just go. Your kids are waiting for you.”
He looked at me hoping I would finish what I was saying but I stayed silent. It wasn’t my secret to tell and if she wanted him to know, he already would. After a few more minutes of pointless “hoping” he got up, without saying a word and left.