Crazy as it may seem, some would call it a crime of passion (lost paragrahs from True Defintion of Karma, (Urban S./Justice Pub.- fiction- 12/2009)

I was listening to the radio when Jazmine Sullivan's , Bust The Windows Out came on. I find that song to be so funny. It reminded me of a time when I actually did just that. Here's how it went down. My man,Sedrick wanted me to come see him. I really wanted to but I was so tired after working a 12 hour shift. Sedrick called me soon as I got home. All I could think about was getting some sleep. I told him I might come over a little later but I was too tired to drive. I slept for about an hour. When I got up to go to the bathroom I decided to go see him. I missed him. I called him to tell him that I was on my way but he didn't answer. It was almost midnight so I thought that he might be sleeping. That didn't matter because I had keys to the house. As a matter of fact, he had asked me to move in with him so many times that I can't even count. My surprise for my baby turned into a nightmare when I pulled up into the driveway and saw his ex's car there. The only reason that I knew that it was her car was because once when we first got together we had a run-in as we were leaving the mall together. I stood there annoyed and amazed that her car was there. My mind and my heart was racing 100 miles an hour as I unlocked the door. For a minute I thought that no one was home because it was dark. I heard music coming from downstairs in the basement. I crept down a few steps to find them getting it in, putting it down, doing their thing and what ever else you want to call it. I didn't go all the way down just far enough to see what I wished that I didn't.  They never knew that I was there. I  just left. As I was walking to my car I looked at the decorative stones in front of the house. Then I busted the window out her Hyaundai or how ever you spell that crap. Then I busted the window out of Sedrick's 600 Benz. I can't  believe I bought  rims for it as a Christmas present. I waited until the next morning and called him and told him that I was coming over. He told me that someone tried to break into his car the night before.  He even told me that they broke the window. He never mentioned hers. I laughed on the inside. I dumped him but I never said that I knew what he did.  I blamed it on not having the patience for a relationship. No it didn't solve anything but I felt like it was a minor victory. My love was free but petty as it seems breaking my heart had a price. Yeah I said it, and I'm not sorry.