The Product of Her Affliction...

A woman's heartbreak may not stem from the man or men she's been with in the past. It can stem from her very first love, the man who was supposed to protect and cherish her the most. Yes, her father could be the first heartbreak a woman ever experiences. Deception, control, or disappointments can be at the root of her real heartbreak, all stemming from her daddy.

Paige is one such woman. Her heartache had never been truly acknowledged nor dealt with. As a result this woman/girl with "Daddy issues," managed them in the most inappropriate way possible. As a result she finds herself in the center of issues like the one I'm sharing today. Read on...

Madison had been found safe just a few blocks from the Manor. She was hiding in the restroom of an all-night convenience store. The shift clerk, who was familiar with the Manor and the work that went on there, had alerted one of the volunteers who worked at the manor. He watched as she snuck into the store while he was busy with customers and then looked around surreptitiously before creeping into the bathroom. Initially, he thought she was coming in to steal something. But after cautiously watching the bathroom door for her exit, he thought something else might be going on.

When she didn’t leave after twenty minutes, he dialed the number to the Manor to see if they were missing a child. He reported that she had gone in there about twenty minutes prior and had not come out. He thought it was odd for a child of that age to be out that time of night.

Because this was her first offense with running away, she got off lightly with a stern warning and a revocation of her household privileges. She was placed under all-night supervision until we could send her to the Angela Simms home. I explained to her the consequences of all future attempts to run away, as well as the fact that any privileges she would have had going into the home would now be suspended. Everyone else looked at her and saw an angry and sullen child. I saw a child who was afraid of change and tired of being sent from one place to another.

I had come back home around four-thirty in the morning. Most people were just getting up to start their day, and mine had already begun. I tried to lay down for at least a couple of hours to get some sleep. I knew I would be running on empty for most of the day, but I would get off early and come home to catch up on my sleep.

No sooner than I laid down, my phone started ringing. I tried to ignore it, but whomever it was hung up and called back two more times. I stared at the phone on my nightstand as if it were some evil entity. Finally, I rolled over to that side of the bed and looked at the caller ID, David. Really? What did he want this time of morning? I was not up for his foolishness, now. I hit ignore; he started calling again.

The next time I turned the phone on vibrate, and rolled over to go back to sleep. A light buzzing like the sound of a bee was going off in my ear. I began swatting at it, but it wouldn’t stop. I was finally pulled out of my sleep by the incessant noise and realized it was the doorbell.

Who in the world would be ringing my doorbell at…5:45 in the morning! What the hell? I threw the covers off of me, and stomped to the front door. Whoever it was at the door was about to feel the wrath of a sleepless woman!

I peeped through the peephole and was furious. This man had the audacity to come to my home. Didn’t he get it when I didn’t answer his phone calls? I thought he had lost his mind and was starting to act like an obsessed man.

“What do you want, David?”

“Open the door, Paige!” he roared.

“I’m not opening the door. I just got back from checking on that child, and I need my sleep. Now, please leave, and I will call you later.”

Why did I think it would be that simple? He started banging on the door again. “Open the damn door!”

“I said I’m not opening it and I’m telling you to leave now!” I commanded in a forceful voice that I didn’t quite feel.

“I ain’t going no damn where until you open this door!” he hollered.

“If you don’t leave, David, I’m calling the police,” I threatened. If he didn’t leave, I wouldn’t have to call the police. My neighbors would be calling the police on him for disturbing the peace. I didn’t want him to get in any trouble, I just wanted him to leave.

“So, that’s how it is now, Paige? That’s the game we playing?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s the game we’re playing. When you left here, you called me a whore, remember? So why would such a respectable man as yourself want to be laid up with me, rather than at home with his wife?”

“Come on, Paige. I’m sorry; let me in…pullleeezzz?” he begged.

I started walking away from the door, determined to ignore him. I had only gotten a few feet away before he started kicking on my door.

“Let me in before I break this muthafucka down!” he screamed, and began a new round of banging and kicking on my door.

He wasn’t going to leave, and I knew I had a decision to make. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone off its station and dialed a number I had memorized by heart, after blocking my number. After it rang a few times, I walked back to the door and listened to the sleepy voice answering on the other end. I placed it on speaker phone, muted the part on the other end, and laid it down on the table next to the front door. I turned on the intercom so that David’s voice would come through the house on the speakers installed throughout.

He was still banging on my door, screaming my name. “Open up, Paige, I’m not playing!”

“Why, David? Why do you want me to open the door? If you’re acting like this now, how do I know you’re going to act right if I let you in?”

“Paige, baby, please let me in. I promise I won’t hurt you. I miss you, baby…I was just upset, because you had to leave me tonight. Please, let me in. I just want to be with you again…feel your body up against mine. I need to make love to you, Paige. Please, open the door!”

“David, where does your wife think you are right now, honey?”

“I told her I had to leave for an earlier shift at work. Come on, baby. Let me in; we can take a day off and make love all day. Please let me in, Paige.”

“No, David. I can’t take a day off. I have so much going on at work, and I need to get some rest. Please leave before I call the police.”

“You bitch! I’ll kick this door in!” he shouted.

“David, I’m begging you to go home to your wife. If you kick my door in, I promise you I’ll have something waiting on the other side for you. And I’m not afraid to kick start a little fire. Trust me!”

I picked up the phone and placed it to my ear. I could hear frantic hellos on the other side.

“Hello, Victoria. This is Paige.”

“Paige, who? What is my husband doing at your house?” she cried into the phone. I didn’t wish her no harm. I really didn’t. Most women might think that I did, but not only was I tired of David’s foolish ways, I was tired of him making a fool of his wife. She needed to know about his misdeeds.

“He’s going to be locked up if you don’t call him and tell him to come home. I don’t want him to come visit me anymore. I’ve been sleeping with your husband for a year and a half now. He’s angry because I’m breaking it off.”

“What kind of woman are you to sleep with a married man?” she sobbed into the phone.

“A woman who is hurting and running from the truth. A woman who just doesn’t give a damn.” I hung up the phone and slid down onto the floor in front of my refrigerator and sobbed.

I could hear his phone ringing outside. I assumed his wife was calling him, and a couple of the men that lived in my building had come out to address him about the noise. Somehow, they convinced him to leave.

I headed off to bed. I would definitely be taking the day to work from home. I had to catch up on my sleep. My job required that I make life-changing decisions for children. I refused to make a decision that I would later regret or that could damage someone’s life. I had damaged enough lives, and I was tired. From this moment on, I would never sleep with a married man again…not knowingly. I was not out to tear my sisters down. Just because I had my own issues didn’t mean it was okay to take it out on them. Every other sister deserved the love and support of her black sisters. My actions had done everything but that. Yes, I was done with married men.

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Women's fiction author and blogger, Chelle Ramsey brings a refreshing perspective into the lives of her readers and wants them to find entertainment, healing and inspiration in each novel. Using real problems and challenges faced by ordinary people, Chelle wants readers to become empowered to rise above life's adversities, with faith in God, and belief in themselves.

Her stories are relatable to individuals of diverse demographics, who have suffered a loss, been hurt, have low self-esteem, have lost hope, or need a word of encouragement. She strives to take your emotions on a roller coaster ride, one page at a time. Chelle holds an MBA in Human Resource Management, which she puts to use in her Human Resources role by day, while she writes her fiction novels at night. And in her spare time, she’s a blogger, freelance writer, and ghostwriter. 
Her most important roles are those of a wife and mother of three. During her “me time,” she becomes enraptured with the enthralling stories of Terry McMillan, Nora Roberts, James Patterson and Stuart Woods. Chelle Ramsey resides in a rural community in Atlanta, Georgia and enjoys writing, family time, and watching NBA games.

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