As we were driving to the airport, Randy Crawford's "You Might Need Somebody" played on the radio. That song reminds me of my dad. He rejected me when I was young, he actually wanted my mom to abort me, but on the day of the deed my grandmother intervened. When I was in Primary School, he made an effort to reach out to me. It wasn't easy for me to accept his return but I did anyway. Unfortunately for him, I was still bitter about the fact that he was never there, so I gave him a very hard time. At some point I actually lived with him and his wife, but when it all got too heavy for me to handle, I went back to my mother's house. My mother was a smart woman; she never tried to talk me out of meeting or being with my dad because she always believed that experience is the best lesson.
My dad and his family ill-treated me a lot. I hated them. I hated my grandmother, his mother in this case, and I hated my aunts. The only people that made life easier for me were my cousins and half brothers. I literally lived my life paying for being born! When I was mature enough, I took what's mine and left. I couldn't handle it anymore. I remember being so angry that when my brother told me that my grandmother was sick and I told him that she should go die. In case you're wondering, she did, well after two months. I went to the funeral but I didn't eat anything. I didn't trust those people. I still want nothing to do with them. I don't hate them anymore, but I'd rather we not cross paths at all.
On our way to the airport, I bumped into Menzi. Menzi is my ex. We tried dating after my whole drama with Lincoln but that didn't work out because he too was living a closeted life and I felt like he was also going to hold me back. I asked KG to stop the car and I went out to greet him. He was so happy to see me; in fact he was much happier when I told him I was back in Johannesburg for good. I didn't really have time to sit and talk to him because I had an important flight to catch, so we just exchanged numbers and I promised I'd call him when I returned. We drove to the airport and I arrived just in time to check in to my flight.
When I arrived in Cape Town, I had to report to the car rental company to collect the car I was using during my stay in Cape Town. I then drove to Thebe's place; it was around 5pm at the time. Upon my arrival at his place, I saw something very disturbing. My mother's car was parked outside his house. I had no idea what my mother was doing there, but I panicked so much that I drove to the hotel and checked in. I don't even know why I panicked but more than anything, I was just asking myself why my mother would be at Thebe's place. How did it even get that far? Where did she get his number? HOW did that happen?
Later on that night at around 7pm, I called Thebe to find out if we could meet, he agreed, so I guess the coast was clear. I quickly slipped into something comfortable and went to meet him at Tasha's…
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