Wondah Excerpt

**This excerpt contains foul language.**

I was served with the actual divorce summons on Friday. This Negro had me served at our house at 6 AM in the morning by a sheriff’s deputy. As if things aren’t embarrassing enough. Later that afternoon, I met with my attorney, Nina, to fill out all of the appropriate documents necessary for this mess to be over as quickly as possible. She explained everything and said it’s going to take sixty days from the date of filing before a court date will be set for the final divorce hearing, seeing it’s an uncontested divorce. He technically filed on April 1st and I guess the April Fool’s joke was on me.

I take my journal, drawing over the date I wrote.

June 1, 2020

June first will be sixty days. Sixty days is how long I have to wait to be free from a man who woke up one day no longer loving who I am. He no longer desired the life we built or maybe he no longer desired me. Sixty days. Sixty days is all it takes to dissolve what thirty years created.

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Shaking the thoughts away, I close the journal and pick up my phone to scroll Facebook. Clicking on Harvey’s page, I realize he’s unfriended me. “Bastard,” I mumble going through the few things I can see. I lay the phone down and slide under the cover. Turning on my side, I glare at the pillow that used to belong to him. Picking it up and pressing it to my nose, it still smells like him. Getting angry, I throw the covers back and begin snatching everything from the bed. Pillows, sheets, comforter … everything. As I pull, I scream. Throwing it all into the middle of the floor, I rush into the kitchen getting the largest knife from the drawer. Getting back into the bedroom, I start to cut up the mattress.

“You low down, dirty, piece of shit. I’ve slept next to you never knowing you’d grown tired of me. In this bed.” I stab more spaces. “In this bed is where you held me knowing what you were planning to do. In this bed.” I scream continuing to force the knife in and out. “In this bed is where we made plans. It’s where you made me promises. In this bed. You motherfucker.”

I stab the knife one final time, leaving it there before knocking everything off his nightstand. I bend down, picking up his reading glasses and breaking them in two. The last book he was reading, I tear out the pages. The picture of us, I sling it into the wall.

“You walk away after inflicting this much pain.” I fall into the pile of covers on the floor. “How could he do this?”

Wondah is now available on Kindle eBook, Paperback and Kindle Unlimited.

Published by Pastor LaKisha

Lakisha Johnson, native Memphian and author of over fifteen titles was born to write. She’ll tell you that “It isn't just writing, it's ministry." Along with being an author, she is an ordained minister, co-pastor, wife, mother and the product of a large family. She is an avid blogger at kishasdailydevotional.com and social media poster where she utilizes her gifts to encourage others to tap into their God given talents. She won’t claim to be the best at what she does nor does she have all the answers, she is simply grateful to be used by God.

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