Journalism & Chill VII Pussy & Comedy: The moment of Truth.

Morgan and I have been together now for a year. Things really progressed and took off. In admist of dealing with the homicide and death of my husband, my stand up comedy special and other things, I didn’t expect for Morgan to be so dedicated to me and my career. But he was dedicated to his career as well.

Morgan had booked a 10 city stand up comedy tour that will last for two months. Other cities have the potential to be added to his tour. The name of his tour was “Big Man’s is Here” and it began in December, I went on tour with him and supported his career as well. Things were perfect between us at first, changes happened and they took its turn very slowly. While on tour with Morgan we argued and disagreed on pretty much anything and everything. I have come to find out that we don’t see eye to eye and we are not alike than I would’ve like to think. He had flaws and I knew about those flaws however, I didn’t expect for the flaws to manifest itself so soon. Maybe the sex was really good because I had no idea how much of a perfectionist he was and how that didn’t pan out well for me.

Morgan and I would have sex every chance we got. In the beginning of his tour we had sex in between breaks and when we got to our hotel room. As the days progressed we slowly stop having sex with each other. During the last week of his tour, I left him to return to Brooklyn. I was tired of the arguing and was getting bored of being around him. I needed space, We both needed space and so I was determine to give myself that. After a few days I went back to work doing my local stand-up comedy gigs, Morgan came back home but didn’t call me or text me to let me know he made it home. We haven’t spoken to each other since the day I left him in Minnesota, and it’s been a week in the half since we even saw each other.

I called Morgan at least 10 times with no answer. I left few voicemail and text messages. We follow each other on social media but he didn’t post much if anything at all, until a few hours ago. He was in a club here in Brooklyn, posted with some chick that I don’t know of. I was angry but before I jumped to conclusions I had to think about how I was going to approach this situation. I called him again aleast six more times with no answer. I searched his location and showed up at the club. I saw him but didn’t acknowledge him. I sat at the bar and had two drinks just watching him and observing her. I saw her hands all over him and he didn’t stop her from touching him. They were getting very close and a little bit too familiar with him and I didn’t like it one bit. But one thing I was good at was not letting my jealousy or rage show. She plants a kiss on his lips and I couldn’t even hold back my rage anymore after that. I felt that this woman crossed the line and so did Morgan. Morgan didn’t kiss this hoe, But he was sure entertaining her and that didn’t sit well with me, I approached Morgan and he acted surprise as hell to see me. He also showed discontent for me being there by his facial expressions. He said hello and asked me what was I doing here? I told him that I have been calling him for days and he’s not answering my calls, I am worried about him and so I popped up on him. I asked him who is the chick next to him, he said that she was his “agent” which I knew was a lie, I then asked him why was she kissing all over him and why was he entertaining her in which he replied: “She wasn’t kissing all over me.” At that moment, I felt so truly disrespected by Morgan and deep down I knew that I couldn’t entertain him anymore because he just lied to me and continuing with these fuck boy antics, I was ready to let him go. I simply left the club without a goodbye or even a rebuttle after this answer and I blocked his number. At that point, we were done…so I thought.

Morgan got the hint because he called me and it went straight to voicemail. He left three voicemail messages in which the difference in his tone and delivery was different with each one. The final voicemail message he asked “Are we done? Do you not want anything to do with me?” Once again I didn’t call him back to give a reply, I left his ass on read.

I went downstairs to check my mailbox, I saw a few envelopes with My name on it which was sent by Morgan himself. He wrote this long letter and in that letter he confessed to cheating on me with the girl he was entertaining at the club and claims that he has been sleeping with her for sometime, meanwhile he is supposed to be in a relationship with me. He knew what I went through with my deceased husband and his infidelities, why would he do this to me? I couldnt believe it, I looked up to this man and I loved him and his work and I opened up and gave myself to him. I felt played. In the letter he issued an apology and asked for me to give him a call. At that moment I wasn’t even in the right state of mind to even speak to him let alone see him. After a few weeks of recieving that letter the door bell rings. I look into my intercom camera and it’s Morgan at my front door. I buzz him in and he came into my home. I wondered what he wanted, especially after the bullshit he just did, but me being openminded and reasonable I decided to hear this man out and then I will speak my peace. He told me that he should’ve been honest with me and that he didn’t mean to lie and hurt me. He told me he still wanted a relationship with me.

I gave him the moment of truth. I told him that I don’t think it would be wise of us to continue this relationship, that after all I been through and what you witnessed me go through… you still played me and continue to play with me. I am not these hollywood hoes that he loves to surround himself with, and because of this we cannot and will not be together. I told him I suggest that we keep it professional and thats strictly it.

I can tell that he didn’t like what I said one bit. But he was calm and asked me the question” What am I looking for in a partner?” He also expressed to me that he feels as though I am putting my trauma on him which is crazy and just a flat out diversion. I told him I want nothing in a partner anymore. I don’t have faith in people and therefore I expect nothing! But with him, I expected a little more like maybe respect and honesty in which he couldn’t give me that so the trust I had for him was completely gone.

After our conversation I asked him to leave. He left and that was the last time I saw Morgan.

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