Love Made Me Do It by Tamekia Nicole Read Free Book Online Page B

I even surprised? I left and she came back. The roommate quickly said to her “it’s not for you, hang up the phone.” Everything around me became so quiet. I felt like I had suddenly became completely deaf.
    I could barely hear the roommate repeatedly calling my name.  But I felt the vibrations thru the phone and I snapped out of my shock. What you allow is what will continue.  As soon as I was gone there she was.  Loving him and becoming one with him. His roommate whispered into the phone. “He’s in there with her,” “I can go and call him to the phone if you want.”  I sat there on my bed dumbfounded and speechless. Now what in the fuck was I going to do?
    24 hours later, I didn’t even matter at least not to him. Finally, replying to his roommate “Don’t bother calling him to the phone,” “he’s obviously busy.” I hung up. I needed to get up.  I had to conquer a whole new world.  I could hear the pitter patter of my cousin’s little feet just outside my bedroom door. That made me smile and took my mind off of him. The show must continue even if the band left.
    Arizona was not off to a good start.  This place already had me ready to flee.  It was too hot.  But I was going to tough it out and not run back to California.  So I stopped calling. I stopped communicating and I stopped worrying.  I did that well. 
    I was beginning to enjoy church. I decided to give myself to the Lord.  For a little while that eased the pain that I had.  I was training myself to walk by faith and not by sight.  The bible had more answers that I had ever fathomed, but probably because I never felt a pain like this. Adjusting to a lifestyle of church and family was easy.  I was able to fully transition that into my everyday life.  Every time I picked up my bible I was able to find the answers I needed. Lord knows I needed that. Everything that I ever worried about became obsolete.
    I landed a wonderful job with American Express as a Credit Analyst. I worked from 5am to 2pm.  All the free time I had, was spent at church. With my family or working out. I had exonerated all ill feelings towards my lover.  I chose to concentrate on the most important element of my life…ME. 
    Time came and time went.  It had been an entire month with no contact with my lover.  I was still breathing, still living and still functioning.   I wanted and needed to hear his voice.  I wanted to know what he was doing.  But more importantly I wanted to know who he was doing it with. Love was making me do it.  Love was still the master mind behind my steps.  I should have already known by then that it wasn’t love.  When I dialed his number, I listened intensely to every ring. Waiting for him to pick up…. he didn’t, but his roommate did.
    Thank God for nosey, back stabbing roommates.  The roommate told me everything that I needed to hear.  He also told me a lot of other things that I didn’t want to hear. 
    I listened to the cautionary advice that the roommate gave me.  I set a plan in motion, to fly home to California.  Honestly, how many times did I need to catch him in the act?  How many times did I need to confront him? I had thoughts of killing him and her.  Along with thoughts, of killing myself. At that point, I wish that I could have shaken some sense into myself.
    The first piece of advice was “Make sure if you come for a visit you stay here at the house,” “Don’t let him talk you into staying the weekend in some hotel room” The second piece of advice was “You’re too good to go thru this, with someone so undeserving.” I paused for a moment. While the roommate was still talking, I was searching the internet for plane tickets. I found one for $500. 
    So while the roommate was going blah, blah, blah in my ear.  I was putting a $500 plan in motion.  I was about stir some shit up. As soon I hung up, I started to cry.  I started to be mad all over again. But instead of punching anything, I picked