Evicting Mom

My momma has been in the street since I was two-years-old. My father and grandmother raised me. My mother was nowhere to be found.

My father passed away and I grew up with him in that house, and he left that house to me. It was mad disrespectful for my momma to pop up with her boyfriend, a man that she cheated on my father with; I did not want him in the house.

My momma’s boyfriend came and went as he pleased and never cleaned up after himself. When I told my mom that I felt a certain kind of way about this, she told me to get over it. One night they went to the casino, so I bought boxes and I packed up their belongings.

I put everything in boxes and sat it on the curb. I called my momma and told her, “Y’all ain’t welcome in my house and your stuff is on the curb.”

Her boyfriend snatched the phone and said, “I will burn that house to the ground before I let a b!tch like you throw me out. Don’t sleep. Don’t close your eyes.”

I reported the threat; police said he’s an old man making idle threats, and they would talk to him, but there’s really nothing more they could do.

I felt unprotected.

I have a coworker who is built like a tank. He’s a gamer. He works all day then goes home and games all night. I offered him food and $100 to serve as a bodyguard while my momma and her boyfriend got their boxes.

He brought his video game and his skinny cousin who sat outside in the car.

Sure enough, my momma and her boyfriend pulled up to get their boxes. Her boyfriend loaded the car and then walked toward my door with a bottle in his hand.

The guy in the car saw him walk toward my door, and he called my coworker. My coworker opened the door and put his hands around dude’s neck and lifted him way into the air. The man dropped the bottle and it shattered—and that’s when we smelled the gasoline.

This man was really about to blow me up.

My coworker held this old man way above his head and the guy was screaming, “Please don’t do it. I’m sorry I won’t come back. Please just let me go.” The guy that was in the car told my coworker to put him down because the police were on the way. So my coworker didn’t throw him, instead he held my momma’s boyfriend there until the police came.

My momma got out the car and told police we attacked her boyfriend. Police arrested them both for attempted arson. Mom was released but her boyfriend’s case is working it’s way through the system.

In case you missed it, my MOMMA conspired with her boyfriend to burn down my house.

And the parent I loved, that loved me back, he’s not gone. I feel him every day in my house. There is so much love in every room. I still smell his cologne—even though my momma’s boyfriend sprayed his stinking cologne when he was here—I still smell my father’s cologne in my house. That house is my happy place and because my momma tried to burn it down, she is not allowed.

My momma doesn’t have a substance abuse problem, or a mental defect. She’s greedy and selfish. In her mind, everyone owes her something, and she felt the house belonged to her; but it doesn’t.

It’s my house. And if I have to evict my momma so that she gets the point, then so be it.