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drove within three hundred yards of the house, I could see his car and his mother’s car parked outside. I parked at the curb in front of the house. As I began to walk up the sidewalk, I noticed someone peeking through the living room mini-blinds. I knew it couldn’t be anybody but his mother because she did it every time she heard a car door close. That was just how nosey her ass was. You would have thought that after she saw me walking up to her door, she would have the courtesy to open it and welcome me in, but she didn’t. I figured she ran and told Seth I was outside and he told her not to answer the door. It was something he would do, being the coward he was. I wasn’t going to let them play me out like that, so I knocked on the door with a lot of force because I intended on getting my point across today, if that was the last thing I did.
    Finally, after the fifth knock, Mrs. Richardson’s tired ass opened up her door. “Hi, Maxine, how are you?” she said and greeted me with the fakest smile her phony ass could muster up.
    “I’m not too good. Where’s your son?” I asked, cutting to the chase.
    She stood directly in front of the doorway. “He’s in the shower right now.”
    “OK, I’ll wait for him.” I took a couple of steps toward her so she could let me in, but this lady didn’t budge. “Are you going to let me in?”
    “Well, he said he didn’t want to see you.”
    I was infuriated. “Mrs. Richardson, I don’t care what he said. I want to see Seth right now.”
    “Maxine, I really don’t want to meddle in y’all’s business, but Seth told me not to let you in this house.”
    “Whose house is this, his or yours?” I snapped. “You better stop letting him run over you like you’re his child.”
    “Now Maxine, I don’t think you should carry that tone with me.”
    “Mrs. Richardson, I’m sorry for yelling, but I’m a little frustrated. Now, all I want to do is come into your house and talk to your son for a few minutes so we can work a few things out.”
    “I understand what you’re saying, but I still can’t let you in.”
    “Mrs. Richardson,” I roared, “do you know that by being Seth’s probation officer, I can come into your residence, while he resides here, as often as I choose to?”
    Dumbfounded, she said, “No, I didn’t know that.”
    “Well, I can. Now, will you please step aside so I can come in?”
    Out of nowhere, Seth came from behind his mother and told her to excuse him. “I got it, Mama. You can go back in the kitchen now.”
    “You sure?” she asked.
    “Yes, we can handle it from here,” I interjected, giving her an evil look. When she disappeared around the corner, I ripped into Seth’s ass. “Why the fuck you always got to hide behind your damn mother? You never sit down and have a discussion with me without running out on it, and I am tired of it.”
    “Don’t you think I’m tired of you trying to run my motherfucking life? It’s bad enough I got to have you all down my back about sticking to the rules of my probation, but to have you trying to tell me what to do like you’re the man and I’m the woman is a bit much, and I ain’t gon’ put up with it anymore. If you wanna violate me for that, then go ahead.”
    “First of all, I’ve never treated you like you were the woman and I was the man, so you can cut that out. All I’ve been doing is trying to look out for your best interest so you can be successful in your life. I mean, what kind of woman would I be if I just let you continue to work at dead-end jobs, where there are no benefits and no room for growth?”
    “But it ain’t about you; it’s about me,” Seth explained. “I want to get back on my feet on my own so when I look back at my achievements, I can really feel good about myself.”
    “I understand all of that, but look at how you’re doing it,” I replied, trying to give him a mental picture. Of course, he couldn’t see it. After ten more minutes of a long debate,