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end up caught up in a lawsuit; and here in Cali, people sued for everything. Here a wife could sue her husband’s mistress to regain community property and win back every dime the old, wrinkled, and racist asshole spent on the affair. No matter how many times we had been together as husband or wife, unless we had been together for seven years and the common-law thing kicked in, I was just a chick living with a dude. He had gotten a vasectomy, and that made me feel like shit. I looked in the mirror and at times I still saw the handprint from that metaphorical slap in my face. I had never told my sisters Blue had cut his nuts. When they asked me if I was pregnant yet, I was too embarrassed to say that rite of passage wasn’t a possibility. His sperm was no good.
    I was wasting an egg a month.
    He whispered, “Are you crying?”
    Headache rising, confusion swelling, anger revving up like a deuce, I asked, “What am I to you, Blue? A glorified babysitter? Your wench? I have a ring, but I need you to tell me our mission statement, because I am really, really baffled.”
    â€œGrow up, Tommie. Don’t talk nonsense and stop acting like a damn child all the time.”
    Feeling that insult, I pulled away from him, had a smile as twisted as the thoughts that had erupted in my mind, and I grabbed my keys, my purse, my phone, then paused at my front door.
    I faced him, said, “Maybe you and Angela should get back together and be a happy family. You and she will always be on Mo’s family tree anyway. I’m just a fucking asterisk.”
    â€œStop it, Tommie. You’re overreacting.”
    I repeated the text message Angela had sent to his phone in the middle of the night, when we were in bed together, years ago, after she knew that Blue and I were involved: “‘
I’m sorry, I don’t care who you’re in bed with, you’ll always be mine, as I’ve always been yours. You tell me you’re seeing someone. Are you in love with her, do you love her like you used to love me? Remember how we made love in the rain?
’”
    â€œAre you ever going to let that go?”
    â€œâ€˜
When you made love to me the last time it was like there was no one else and as if no time had passed. I came so hard, you kissed me so passionately. You will always be the boss of my pussy.
’”
    â€œThat was
before
I slept with you, Tommie. We had a moment. I had a lapse in judgment. She brought my daughter back. It was late. I made a mistake. She didn’t even spend the night. It lasted no more than five minutes. I came and I felt disgusted with myself. She knows we’re done on that level.”
    â€œIf you dislike her as much as you claim you do, why did you sleep with her again?”
    â€œI guess I needed to unload.”
    â€œWow.”
    â€œI gave you the biological man answer. It meant nothing.”
    â€œBlue, you had naked pictures of her on your computer.”
    â€œI didn’t even know those were still there.”
    â€œI guess those were to help you on the nights you manually unload.”
    â€œThose are deleted now.”
    â€œHave you seen her Facebook page? She posted ‘A man would break up with his old bitch for a new bitch . . . just to cheat on his new bitch with his old bitch.’”
    â€œI don’t keep track of her personal life. I don’t care what she does or writes online.”
    â€œThen posts on Twitter, ‘Crazy bitches have the best pussy. That’s why I’m still fucking my ex.’”
    â€œYou and I both know that since we met she has had more exes than we’ve had hot meals.”
    â€œI don’t know anything right now. All I know is that since you won’t get the vasectomy reversed, I’m not going to march down the aisle. That’s nonnegotiable. I guess I’m just where you unload.”
    He took a breath, rubbed his temples. “Babe, I don’t make the