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asked for job security and a means to educate myself.
                  These were little things to pray for. I could hear the preacher at the pulpit demanding the healing of disease for the sick and shut in and to take away the pain of those dealing with bereavement. I felt insensitive for begging God to give me what seemed insignificant compared to Eboni kneeling next to me begging God to allow her to take care of her three children in better ways. I felt even more useless because I was asking God for things that I should have easily been able to give myself.
                  As I spoke to God, I could feel my cell phone vibrating as it lay on the pew in front of me. I had to check it because I was waiting to hear back from Omari about meeting up for dinner in thenext hour. I quickly checked it and it was a text message : Doin’ some overtime. Sorry, gotta cancel. See you at home late r .
                  The pit of my stomach began to turn. My women’s intuition was on fifty. But instead of getting angry, I continued to pray; hoping that God would show me a sign of where to go and what to do.

Simone
    “Well, if you pregnant, it ain’t mine! So why the fuck you tellin’ me?!”
                  The way Tre talked to me made me feel like shit. I couldn’t believe that this was the man that I had loved for the last two years. It had been a month since he broke up with me. It had been a month of him ignoring my calls and not answering any of my emails, since I had to resort to that after he changed his number. No matter how much time it had been, I missed him like crazy- so crazy that I emailed him telling him that I was pregnant.
                  I wasn’t pregnant, but if that got his attention good enough for him to call me, then so be it. If it got him to actually meet up with me, I would figure out the rest later.
                  “Tre, I swear! I’m two months, baby. I went to the doctor yesterday.”
                  “Bitch, you crazy as hell!”
                  I filled the phone with tears. The pregnancy was phony but the tears were real. I had given this man two years. I had given him my everything and loved him better than his wife ever could. No matter how much he felt about his wife, I couldn’t believe that he didn’t love or even care about me enough to even believe me.
                  “You think I’m crazy all you want to, but what the fuck yo’ wife gone say when she find out?!”
                  I think I was crying so hard because I wanted him to believe me that bad. All I needed was some physical time with him so that he could remember how good we were together.
                  When he got silent, I knew that I had at least scared him enough that he was willing to hear me out.
                  “Stop treating me like this, Tre. I love you, baby. You know that I would do anything for you.”
                  “Simone, it’s over.” This time, he wasn’t yelling. It was as if he was begging me to get it through my head.
                  “It being over ain’t got shit to do with this baby! And if you don’t stop treating me like this, I am telling your wife!”
                  “Bye, bitch!”
                  When the call ended, I couldn’t believe it. Tre had called me from an anonymous number, so I couldn’t call him back.
                  I couldn’t believe that I had gotten so desperate, but I was willing to do whatever I had to do to get what I wanted. I had always been like that.
                  As I held my phone in my hand, it began to ring. It was Omari, so I quickly stopped my tears so that I could answer his call.
                  “Hello?”
                  “Hey, baby. Be there in ten minutes.”