He Love His Mother So Much— He Choose Women Like Her

I didn’t know my father’s mother, but I learn about her from the lives, living, and personalities of the four women my father fell in love with.

“I am not raising any of your children!” Claudine Clinton shouts into her cell phone to her son, Jason, while having lunch with Gracie and Jade.

Claudine listened, then cursed, “Why are you attracted to women like that? Why can’t you be like your sister and find someone quiet, responsible, respectful, mature, and kind?”

She listened again, then shouted, “I am not helping you to raise them, and no, I have no money to give her to get an abortion!”

She repeated that routine, then screamed, “I have no money to pay your lawyers if you hit her and she calls the police on you!”

She paused for a minute, then slammed down her phone on the table. Two pairs of eyes stared at her.

What kind of girls does he find attractive?” Jade asked.

“Immature, irresponsible, careless, carefree, lazy, and don’t want to cook, clean, or wash — those who don’t want to care for their children either. I don’t know where he got that attitude or idea from that females like them will make good mothers!” fired from Claudine’s rage.

Gracie searched her bag on the chair beside her and handed her a mirror.

She glared at her with deep furrowed brows and demanded, “What is this for?”

“You asked a question. I want you to take a look in the mirror,” she said.

“Something is wrong with my makeup,” she blurted, snatching the mirror away and looking at herself.

“There is the answer,” Gracie points out.

She dropped the mirror on the table, and Jade reached over and replaced it in her hand, ordering, “Look again!”

“I am nothing like that!” she screamed, dropping the mirror on the table. She tried to get up, but Jade eased closer, and Gracie positioned herself where she couldn’t get up. They sandwiched her.

“We raised your children along with various family members. Your only son would cry himself to sleep many nights when you promised to be there but were partying with your friends. You made promises to him that you never kept. His entire life is spent loving and worrying about you. You get more of his paycheck than his children’s mothers. He had four children like you with four different mothers. Same as you, but fathers. Are you comprehending any of this?” Jade demands glaring into her eyes.

“I am nothing like them,” she protested as reality and truth hammered nails into her heart, mind, and soul.

“Rosie adored her father and chose guys like him. He was good, so she doesn’t have the problem her brother has,” Gracie reminds her.

“I am not responsible for his choice in women,” she protested again.

“He loved you so much that he chose women who look a lot like you and remind him of you. Women who treat him horribly. Deceive him, lie, break promises, all of what you did to him and his father. You have no idea how destructive your life was to your children. You weren’t aware that he was watching you?” Gracie’s anger demanded as she eased away from her.

“Children will imitate the lives of the parents they adore, right and wrong. He falls in love with females with your personality, race, and looks. All of his baby mothers could pass for your sister. You messed up his life. He is doing the same to his kids by choosing immature females who live and act like you!” Jade’s rage hammered into her brain as she eased away from her.

She screamed, almost slid off the chair.

Both females eased farther away. Then Jade said, steadying herself on the chair, “See why it’s important as parents to set positive examples, giving our children something better to follow.”

“Rosie imitates her dad and is happy in her ten-year marriage,” Gracie reminds her. “She despises you so much that she does the opposite of everything you do in life.”

“Love is hell, isn’t it!” Jade said, glaring at her in disgust.

“And how she lives, gives hatred good reasons to thrive,” Gracie proclaims.

Damn! Love gave Jason hell. Hatred gave Rosie heaven. Some humans give hate a reason to stay alive.

This piece is authentic.

I saw my father’s mother once in my life. I remembered her staring at me in awe.

My black grandmother hated herself and her beautiful black skin. She wanted my half white father to be with women who looked like his father, who was never there for him. She was, and he loved her so much that all four of the baby mothers he had looked exactly like her. Her hatred spread to her grandchildren because she denied herself the love of all 14 grandchildren.

She wasn’t aware that he loved her so much that he went out into the world and got involved with dark skinned women who looked like her.

Some of my half-siblings complained about how their mothers treated them. Some even treated the darker-skinned children worse than the lighter ones. I learn about my grandmother from the many women my father has been with. They were horrible women, so was my mother.

Are parents aware of the influence their actions, choices, decisions, and lives have on their children?

Thank you for reading this piece. I hope you enjoyed it.