His eyes grew wide in shock at my language. I had never done more than rhyme curse words when I was this age. Calling someone an A-hole was the height of cussing. Actual cursing had never occurred until after my children's father cheated on me—the first time.
"Kenya," he sputtered.
"You're a god-damned thief!" I shouted.
"I-I didn't-"
"Liar!" I shouted.
"Be quiet," he said while looking around nervously. "You're going to bring Mama out here."
"I don't give a damn! You are a trifling, no good thief who steals from your own mother. What son steals from his mother?" My eyes narrowed. "You are ungrateful, turning to your family to feed your drug needs. You don't steal from people, but you damn sure don't steal from your own mother! f**k you, Kush!"
He said absolutely nothing as I raged
