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âWhat kind of bills?â I quizzed, taking a risk.
âJust some stuff.â
âStuff like what? Like, umm . . . taking care of some children?â To me, that sounded better than child support.
âNaw,â he rushed to say. âI told you I donât have any kids.â
âOh.â
I didnât want to push too much, because it really was none of my business. SeanMichael wasnât really my man, and he owed me no explanations. But one thing was for sure. If he was being garnished, he didnât pay his bills on time, and if he didnât pay his bills on time, he was probably broke. I tried to change the subject, but I couldnât help it. I needed to . . . well, wanted to know more, because one thing I didnât need in my life was a broke-ass man.
âSo is it, like, credit card debt or something?â
âGirl, do you know how much trouble you can get into with a credit card?â he said, like Iâd just named the worse possible debt ever. âI donât use credit cards. I pay for everything in cash.â
If his wages were being garnished, he probably couldnât even get a credit card, but I kept that thought to myself. It took me a bit more prying and some strategic questioning, but SeanMichael did spill the beans. Came to find out he owed on a car loan from a buy-here, pay-here car lot. The car had been repossessed after he tried to hide it for a few months while he was between jobs.
âUntil I get that taken care of, I just have to catch the bus or walk to work. The walking keeps me in shape,â he said.
I guess that was how he made himself feel better about not having a car. SeanMichael was a nice guy and all, but damn, he had only a little minimum-wage job, a garnished check, and no car. Red flag on the play!
Chapter 9
Dina
âHe gave you a what?â Celeste gasped when I told her about the prenup. âWho is he? A descendant of John D. Rockefeller?â
âI guess so, girl. I knew he had a few dollars, but I didnât know I was marrying into real money,â I joked, but really, nothing was funny.
âWhat did you say?â
âI told him to take me home, so he did. I need you to help me think rationally.â The prenup did upset me, but now that I was calmer, I could think about it more sensibly. What would I do with my stuff if something happened and the marriage didnât work out? I surely wouldnât want him to have possession of it, just like he didnât want me to have any of his stuff.
âWell, in this day and time, unfortunately, you do have to think about these things, so you canât completely hate on him for being proactive,â Celeste observed.
âYeah, but did he have to just give it to me like that? We could have at least had a discussion about it first or something. He just pulled it out of the backseat and gave it to me like he was handing me a box of chocolates or a birthday card.â
âI have to agree that that was pretty tacky, but look beyond that point and look at what was really going on. He wants to protect his stuff, and you should want to protect yours too.â
âBut donât you think that sets a negative tone for the marriage?â
âWell, kind of, but at the same time, you canât be too careful, Dina. As much as people intend for their marriages to last forever, things donât always turn out that way.â
Celeste was right, but still, Bertrandâs delivery was awful. Not to mention that in his eyes, on paper I looked like some little broken-down girl from the ghetto who needed him to save me. The sad part was, that was exactly where my life was at the momentâin need of saving.
It got me thinking about my assets and what I did and did not have, and it actually made me a bit depressed, because at thirty-one years old, I felt like I should have more to show for myself besides my car, which was a few more months away from
âWhat kind of bills?â I quizzed, taking a risk.
âJust some stuff.â
âStuff like what? Like, umm . . . taking care of some children?â To me, that sounded better than child support.
âNaw,â he rushed to say. âI told you I donât have any kids.â
âOh.â
I didnât want to push too much, because it really was none of my business. SeanMichael wasnât really my man, and he owed me no explanations. But one thing was for sure. If he was being garnished, he didnât pay his bills on time, and if he didnât pay his bills on time, he was probably broke. I tried to change the subject, but I couldnât help it. I needed to . . . well, wanted to know more, because one thing I didnât need in my life was a broke-ass man.
âSo is it, like, credit card debt or something?â
âGirl, do you know how much trouble you can get into with a credit card?â he said, like Iâd just named the worse possible debt ever. âI donât use credit cards. I pay for everything in cash.â
If his wages were being garnished, he probably couldnât even get a credit card, but I kept that thought to myself. It took me a bit more prying and some strategic questioning, but SeanMichael did spill the beans. Came to find out he owed on a car loan from a buy-here, pay-here car lot. The car had been repossessed after he tried to hide it for a few months while he was between jobs.
âUntil I get that taken care of, I just have to catch the bus or walk to work. The walking keeps me in shape,â he said.
I guess that was how he made himself feel better about not having a car. SeanMichael was a nice guy and all, but damn, he had only a little minimum-wage job, a garnished check, and no car. Red flag on the play!
Chapter 9
Dina
âHe gave you a what?â Celeste gasped when I told her about the prenup. âWho is he? A descendant of John D. Rockefeller?â
âI guess so, girl. I knew he had a few dollars, but I didnât know I was marrying into real money,â I joked, but really, nothing was funny.
âWhat did you say?â
âI told him to take me home, so he did. I need you to help me think rationally.â The prenup did upset me, but now that I was calmer, I could think about it more sensibly. What would I do with my stuff if something happened and the marriage didnât work out? I surely wouldnât want him to have possession of it, just like he didnât want me to have any of his stuff.
âWell, in this day and time, unfortunately, you do have to think about these things, so you canât completely hate on him for being proactive,â Celeste observed.
âYeah, but did he have to just give it to me like that? We could have at least had a discussion about it first or something. He just pulled it out of the backseat and gave it to me like he was handing me a box of chocolates or a birthday card.â
âI have to agree that that was pretty tacky, but look beyond that point and look at what was really going on. He wants to protect his stuff, and you should want to protect yours too.â
âBut donât you think that sets a negative tone for the marriage?â
âWell, kind of, but at the same time, you canât be too careful, Dina. As much as people intend for their marriages to last forever, things donât always turn out that way.â
Celeste was right, but still, Bertrandâs delivery was awful. Not to mention that in his eyes, on paper I looked like some little broken-down girl from the ghetto who needed him to save me. The sad part was, that was exactly where my life was at the momentâin need of saving.
It got me thinking about my assets and what I did and did not have, and it actually made me a bit depressed, because at thirty-one years old, I felt like I should have more to show for myself besides my car, which was a few more months away from
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