His Miserable Baby Momma (Based On A True Story)

By Angel Williams

Love conquers all.

 

Meet Alana. After ending her relationship with her child's father, she vowed never to be like certain women in her life who were nothing more than miserable and bitter baby mommas. Following the sudden death of her daughter's dad, Alana falls in love with the man of her dreams. The pe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Star City Publications
• Release date: Jul 21, 2020
• ISBN: 9781953032003

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His Miserable Baby Momma Copyright ♥ 2020 Angel Williams

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Chapter 1

Dear Diary, ONE OF THEM DAYS…

Chapter 2

Dear Journal - What God has planned. Entry #2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Dear Whoever,

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Dear whoever is available right now,

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Dear Life,

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Dear Whoever!

A Note From Angel

I. Bonus Sample

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Hello readers! I’m back at it again, this time I decided to pour out my life story between these pages. So please don’t pass any judgement lol. First and foremost I want to give all praises and glory to God! I’m forever thanking God for my great talent, him blessing me with this give was a pure life saver. Writing keeps me together and it keeps me sane. Secondly I want to thank my beautiful mother Brenda Williams, she pushes me to my highest and she’s done that since I was yay high, always pushing me and supporting me no matter what.

Thirdly my daughters miss Kaydence Miracle Marie Gwynn better know as Kady Baby, Kay’miyah better known as Chink and my baby girl Kay’lani. Thank God for blessing me with these three amazing bundles of joy, I no longer just write for myself or for my readers, I write for my lovely daughters as well. Paving their future, to the best of my capability. My son Kevontae’ so grateful to be the mother of such an amazing growing boy, with so much ambition and love.

My lovely fiancé Keith, thank you so much for being there for me when I truly needed you. Thank you for helping me grow to the woman I am today, thank you for being an amazing father to our girls. Thank you for all the pushing and motivation.

To all my amazing family members that support me thank you so much. Just to name a few my sisters Joy Williams, Erika L, Ashliegh Zupanovic. My brother James Williams Jr.

My aunts, Doris Patterson, Carolyn E. Tina F. a few of my cousins too many of you to mention. To my friends, Sherrie H. and Michael Davis Thank you all so much for being there and supporting me when I truly needed it. And to my lovely readers. Oh my, it’s way too many of you to name. I have my A 1’s since day one and I truly appreciate you all a bunches! You all mean the world to me, as a writer I’m growing daily and my fan base is raising through the roof, thanks to all of my supporters who has been devoutly sharing the word about me and my stories. Please continue to spread the word and let ALL of you friends know about me. I owe you all a million of thanks, hugs and kisses!

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I want to dedicate this novel to all my QUEENS across the world. Remember to always love yourself and love others. Love is a beautiful thing, so why not spread it? Secondly, remember to always treat others the exact way you want to be treated. There’s nothing like being beautiful with a beautiful soul to match. The most disturbing thing is seeing a beautiful person with such an ugly and hateful soul.

When I first started back dating, I used to always say that I would NEVER date a man with kids. Due to all the baby momma drama that I had seen my friends endure and some that they had even caused, I used to always say ‘that can’t be me.’ Then, love found its way to me, and despite the baby mommas, I fell in love with a man who I wouldn’t change for the world.

Two years into our relationship, the drama came along. There was no drama whatsoever until one found out about me and that her baby daddy/child father was happy. I won’t go into too much detail here, but you’ll find out through these pages.

We have all been through some shit, and we have all put another human being through some shit at one point in our lives. But ain’t nothing worse than baby momma drama, and even more horrifying, a miserable baby momma. Hell has no fury like a mad, angry, bitter, and MISERABLE baby momma! Trust and believe, hell has no fury like a woman who is FED UP!

Yes, I was fed up, but I wasn’t going to allow another woman’s childish ways to force me to de-crown myself. Nor was I going to step off my throne to address the situation. Instead, I did everything I could tolerate. Just because someone has hurt you or attempted to hurt you doesn’t mean you have to hurt them back. Nor tolerate it. Just do real harmless, petty stuff! LOL. But seriously, though! That wasn’t my case. More than just me got hurt in this situation. My children were put in danger. The situation got ugly and way out of hand…

P.S. Ladies, don’t be a miserable baby momma. Let that hurt and go, and move the heck on…

Alana looked out the window and noticed Jasmine arguing with some girl. She quickly cracked the windows, jumped out of the car, and locked all the car doors with the kids inside.

Bitch, what the fuck are you talking about? I don’t want Marcus. He’s a friend of the family! Jasmine yelled. And just a friend, nothing else!

You think I’m stupid, bitch? You want his ass! the girl yelled.

Alana looked at the girl, and the first thing she noticed was her protruding belly. The second thing she noticed was the girl’s disheveled, matted hair. Relationships could sometimes be more than what they were actually worth. Too stressful, and this indeed seemed like one of those situations.

Some things were so much easier said than done. Many people stayed in relationships due to comfortability, no self-worth, lost, confused, for the kids, financial stability, and so many other reasons.

Okay, ladies, why don’t we all just calm down? I’m sure this is a big misunderstanding. We can settle this without all the name calling, yelling, and stuff. Let’s act like ladies, Alana stated while stepping between the two women.

Alana was never for all that fighting stuff. She had too much going on in her life to be with the drama. Besides, with the anger she held within, had she gotten into a fight, she would have probably beat someone to death or damn near.

Bitch, who the fuck are you? the girl yelled.

Alana looked at her and smiled. Calm down, sis. I’m Alana, and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on, she peacefully stated.

Uh, huh, bitch. Why the fuck is you and this bitch here picking up my man in the middle of the night? the girl questioned.

Because Marcus told me to come pick him up. Like I told you, he’s my friend. He’s going through something, and he needs a friend, Jasmine hissed.

Bitch, I don’t give a fuck what he told you! You shouldn’t have come to my fucking house! the girl screamed. Marcus ass ain’t going nowhere.

Just as she said that, Marcus strolled out of the house with a whole bunch of bags in his arms.

Tee-Tee, what the hell are you doing? he questioned his pregnant baby momma.

What the fuck are you doing? You think you are going to leave with these bitches while your kids and I are in the house? Tee-Tee yelled.

She rushed over to Marcus and snatched the bags out of his hand and started beating all over him.

Marcus gently pushed her to the ground, trying to avoid fighting with her, yet she still wanted to fight.

Jasmine walked over and grabbed his bags, then headed toward the car.

Tee-Tee rushed behind her. Bam! She punched Jasmine in the back of her head, causing her to fall to the ground.

Jasmine jumped back up, and without any thought, she turned around and swung at Tee-Tee, hitting her right in the face. The two of them began to fight. Instead of breaking it up, Marcus first went to put his bags in Jasmine’s trunk.

Alana quickly got in the middle of them and broke up the fight.

Girl, why are you out here fighting, and you are pregnant? Sis, you have to love yourself and love your child even more! Alana said.

Bitch, fuck you, and fuck her! And fuck your wack ass too, Marcus! I’m calling the police! You hit me! You are going to jail, Marcus! Tee-Tee yelled.

He didn’t lay a finger on you, Alana stated.

Come on, y’all, let’s just go, Marcus said while rushing back to the car.

Bitch, you better believe when I bring his ass back, if I bring him back, I’m going to really tap that ass! Jasmine threatened.

She and Alana rushed over to the car and jumped in it with Tee-Tee running behind them.

No! Marcus, don’t fucking leave! Bring your ass back here! Tee-Tee yelled while banging on the car window.

Marcus quickly pulled off, making sure not to hit her but trying to hurry up and leave just in case Tee-Tee decided to do some more crazy shit and break another window.

Alana stared out the back window at Tee-Tee, who stood in the middle of the street, yelling, and crying her eyes out.

Damn, now that’s some baby momma drama for you. Jasmine laughed.

Man, fuck that crazy ass bitch! Shit is too stressful with her, Marcus said.

She’s your baby momma. You should have thought about all of this before even making her your baby momma, Alana stated.

Well, it’s too late for all of that now, don’t you think? Marcus remarked.

It’s never too late. I think you should have at least calmed her down before leaving. You left her there in the middle of the road crying. Besides, I just don’t believe in leaving my loved one on bad terms. You never know when it’s your last time seeing someone, Alana mentioned.

Oh, look at you all holier than thou! That bitch is crazy, and she deserved to be crying in the middle of the street. She’s lucky her ass was still able to stand. The way that nut case punched me in the back of my head, I should have beaten her down like the stranger in the streets that she was, Jasmine said.

Girl, you are crazy! She was pregnant. You could have just walked away. She’s all emotional and stuff, so I wouldn’t have paid her any mind, Alana responded.

You say that now, Alana, but let’s be honest. If it didn’t happen to you, then you can’t tell me what you would have done.

Alana decided to let the conversation go before she got into a big argument with her sister.

Mommy, I’m ready to go home, and I’m hungry, Marie, Alana’s daughter, whined.

It’s okay, baby. We will be home soon. Once we get back to Auntie Jasmine’s house, I’ll go in and use the bathroom really quick, and then we will get in our car and go home. I’ll stop and get you some McDonald’s, Alana told Marie.

Yay! McDonald’s! Marie smiled from ear to ear.

Alana stared out of the window, lost in her thoughts. Seeing Tee-Tee yelling and crying in the middle of the street had completely broken her heart. She felt where Tee-Tee was coming from and felt her pain simply because she was once in those same shoes. Being there definitely wasn’t a good feeling at all. The pain she once endured, she didn’t wish that on anyone, and she wouldn’t even wish it on her worst enemy…

Alana held her daughter tightly in her arms as her eyes darted out the dark window, and she stared at the road. I don’t know, sis. I think you should drive because your friend keeps swerving all over the roads, and the kids aren’t in a car seat, Alana said to her sister.

Jasmine turned around and looked at her. Well, buckle your daughter in the seatbelt with you. Had I known I had to pick this fool up, I would have never had you ride with me!

She is in a seat belt, but I just don’t do things like this, Alana said. She gazed out the window again then looked down at her phone. It was at three percent. She quickly pulled up her Uber app and punched in her destination.

You know what? I’m going to just catch me an Uber back home. Your friend is drunk, and you don’t want to drive, nor do you want me to drive, and I can’t play with my child’s life nor mine, Alana stated.

Girl, he’s fine! Stop overreacting. We are almost home! Why don’t you—Oh shit! Marcus, what the fuck are you doing! Jasmine screamed and grabbed the steering wheel.

Alana looked up and saw the lights of a tractor-trailer coming their way. She gasped as she fearfully grabbed her daughter, Marie, and held her tight in her arms.

They swerved all over the road, and everyone in the car saw their lives flash right before their eyes.

What the fuck are you doing, Marcus? Jasmine yelled while punching him.

Huh, huh? What happened? Marcus asked as he looked around. Realizing that he was still behind the wheel, he tightly gripped the steering wheel. I’m fine. I just dozed off for a second, but I’m good, he spoke.

Hell, mother fucking no! Pull this car over right now! Alana fussed.

Yeah, pull my car over right now! You could have killed us all, Jasmine agreed.

Marcus pulled over onto the meter strip and looked around. Where are we? he asked.

Jasmine sighed. Look, get your ass over here in this passenger seat.

The two of them got out and switched sides. I’m so sorry, Marcus apologized. I’m just so fucking stressed out, and I feel very lightheaded. I need my insulin.

Oh, you a diabetic? Alana questioned.

Yeah, he said.

Alana could tell that something was seriously wrong with Marcus. He looked really pale, and he was dripping with sweat.

Well, don’t you think we should go back and get your insulin? Alana asked.

Nah, I’m good. I can’t go back to that place, he stated.

Jasmine pulled off and continued to drive back to her house.

Alana sat in the back seat with her daughter in her arms. She closed her eyes and said a quick prayer that they all made it home safely. A weird feeling overcame her, and she decided to give Marcus a few words of wisdom, which was something she always did.

Look, Marcus, I have no clue what you are going through, but whatever it is, you need to fight your way out of it. I don’t know you like that, but my brother always spoke good things about you. But ain’t nothing like fighting your way out of something and then being able to talk about it. It’s called trials and tribulations. Only the strong survive, and you have to be strong to get those demons off your back, Alana told him.

Marcus turned around and stole a glance at Alana. She had hit everything right on the nose; her words were music to his ears. He was going through so much in life that he didn’t know if he was going or coming, and truth be told, he was ready to give up. Marcus felt defeated and that his battle was no longer worth fighting. Alana was giving him the best advice. It was like she was sent directly from God, or she was Ms. Cleo.

Damn, thanks, big sis. You hit everything right on the nose. I’m really going through a lot, and I feel like not living every day. It’s a constant battle, he admitted.

It is a constant battle, but you have to keep fighting, no matter what. You have to become undefeated. Shake them damn demons off and keep pushing. I’m telling you, I once had demons on my back too. I was depressed, and I gave up on life before. Hell, two years ago, I was so damn depressed that I was ready to drive myself and my daughter off the Susquehanna Bridge. Thank God for the lady who stopped me, hugged me tightly, and gave me a few uplifting words, Alana confided.

Thoughts of her about to drive herself off the bridge that day played in Alana’s head. At the time, she was going through so much. Alana had a four-month-old baby and had left an abusive relationship with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had also found out that her best friend of fifteen years had robbed her of every penny she had and did some really backstabbing stuff to her. She was in a new state, and she was homeless. But again, thanks to that strange lady who saved her and gave her just a little bit of hope to keep pushing. And there Alana was, giving Marcus some sort of hope to keep pushing and fighting this battle.

Marcus lay slumped over in the passenger seat. He was so weak; he wanted to move, but he just couldn’t.

They pulled up to Jasmine’s house, and she pulled into her assigned parking lot.

Marcus, come on, get out. We are here! And can you carry my son into the house? Jasmine stated while nudging Marcus.

Huh? What? Don’t fucking touch me! Marcus started to yell while jumping up. He pushed his door open. Where are we? It’s so damn hot! he exclaimed while snatching his shirt off his body.

Alana got out of the car and pulled Jasmine to the side. I don’t know what’s going on with your friend, but if I was you, I wouldn’t let him stay at my house. He keeps having mood swings like something is wrong with him. Is he on drugs or something? Alana questioned Jasmine.

Girl, I have no clue what is going on with Marcus, but because he’s my friend, I’m going to let him stay the night here, she said.

Whatever you say, Jasmine, Alana replied.

Jasmine, come and open this damn trunk! Marcus fussed while standing behind the car at the trunk.

Jasmine walked over and opened the trunk for him. Marcus started erratically throwing things out.

What the hell are you doing? Jasmine asked.

Where’s my bag? The little black bookbag, Marcus demanded.

Look, Marcus, you need to chill out! Jasmine fussed.

Marcus continued to look through the trunk and throw things out. Which one of you sticky finger bitches got my shit?

What? Boy, please don’t disrespect me, Alana hissed.

Marcus found the bag that he was looking for and held it up toward the sky like he had just found a million bucks.

Jasmine, where is your key? I have to go to the bathroom really bad, Marcus stated.

Jasmine looked at him and frowned. Ain’t you going to at least carry my son in? she asked.

Nah, I have to go to the bathroom really bad, Marcus stated while fidgeting around and jumping up and down.

Jasmine sighed and handed him the key. Fuck you, Marcus.

Marcus grabbed the key and took off running into the house.

Alana rolled her eyes. I’m sorry to tell you this, but something is up with your friend.

Alana, you just may be right. It’s late. Why don’t you and Marie stay here? Jasmine mentioned.

Heck, no, I’m not staying here with your crazy friend. I’ve seen all I needed to see tonight. I need to go home, work on my book, and gather my thoughts, Alana replied.

Please, Alana, can you and Marie stay here? I don’t want to be here alone with him, Jasmine begged.

And you don’t have to be here with him. Put his ass out. He’s not your man, and you are not obligated to do anything you don’t want to do, Alana said.

Nah, I can’t put him out. He’s going through a lot, Alana. He called me, literally crying on the phone. I can’t do that to him. He’s my friend, Jasmine said. So, if you can find it in your heart to have some sort of love for me. Please, big sis, I’m begging you. Please stay here with me.

Jasmine, stop it! Alana playfully nudged her. You better hurry up and get in there to cook Marie and me something to eat. Make us want to stay, she joked.

Jasmine always threw down in the kitchen. Her cooking was one of the reasons she should have been a married woman, but that wasn’t the case at all. She had plenty of options when it came to men, but Jasmine was the type of female who didn’t tolerate anyone’s bullshit. Jasmine would be all in love, and the moment he drove her crazy, or she felt betrayed or unappreciated, she was back to being a single woman. She always stated