Sarah Neely

Ever Wanted To Trade Your Child's Father?

Sarah Neely
Ever Wanted To Trade Your Child's Father?

Have you ever had a situation that made you step out of character?  Well this one here is about to be a long one so I hope you are sitting down and maybe grab you some popcorn. 

My baby daddy (yes that's exactly what he is) texted me Friday morning "I'm picking up Pig today".  This was good news for me because I had three shoots scheduled this weekend, one for Saturday and two for Sunday in Starkville, Mississippi (keep in mind this was none of his business so I never mentioned this). As a result, I ended up dropping my daughter off Saturday morning before taking the model to my sister's house to get her hairstyle.  Keep in mind my daughter has braids in her hair (which I haven't had time to take them down) so I'm like I will do it Sunday before she went to school Monday (because I didn't know he was getting her this weekend). I wanted to make sure I gave you the back end before the shit pops off. I hope you're still sitting but drink something while you reading. For those who don't know, every Sunday I go to church.  My church has a Christmas program coming up so although I had two shoots this past Sunday I didn't want to miss church.  I always take my phone inside the church so I can read the scripture in the Bible app (yes I need to invest in me a Bible). Around 11:30 AM I get a message from my baby daddy that reads "I am dropping Pig off at 1/2." so I asked "can I get her at 7 because I have to shoot today and he replies "Nah I got some I’m doing so I’m bringing her to u round that time or to your folks."  Keep in mind I'm still in church so I say "I never ask you for anything for our child nor do I ask you to get her because you make excuses you can't."  Then he goes to say his mom will get her (in which he should have said it at first). This is just the beginning of the Devil starting his work, so fast forward: I leave church and head back to my sister's house to finish this wig for the shoot that was scheduled for 3 pm.  By now, it's 1:30 and my sister was styling the wig on my sister's hair (because we needed to use her head as mannequin) while I'm still completing the earrings for the shoot.  As I'm walking in my sister's bedroom I notice she is on the phone. I'm not paying any attention until she puts it on speaker phone. It's my daughter's grandmother telling her about my daughter's hair and stuff so I'm like why in the fuck is she calling my sister instead of texting and calling me? Like you got my phone number.

Before I get deeper, let's rewind to the week of Thanksgiving. She took all of her grands out of town. She drops Pig off but she didn't come to the door or anything. Not to mention she stated the day before Thanksgiving her dad purchased her three pairs of jeans a top and a pair of sneakers. So I'm like why she didn't leave the things? Why did you send my daughter back in the clothes she wore over there?  They both know I lost my job and moved back home with my parents but I'll tell y'all that story later.  Eventually I call her and ask why she didn't send Pig new stuff by her and she goes on to say "her dad says to leave them at my house" (Keep in mind he doesn't get her but once a month if that) so I say you know she need that and as a grandparent you could have just sent the clothes anyway. She replies "Sarah I don't get involved in you or my son's business you should take it up with him (remember this part because it will be important later).  As a result, I call my baby daddy and he says, "because you don't ever send her stuff back". I asked him "what stuff?"  He says Timberland boots. This right here shows how often he keeps his child, the damn boots 2 years old and that was a size 3. My child wears a size 4 1/2 now and when I told him he couldn't say anything and said the stuff is still at his mom's house and I can go pick them up. So now lets time travel to last week.

His mother stops by my sister's job while I'm at my sister's house. The grandmother knows my car and sees that white dirty ass car in the complex so later that night my sister says Pig's Nana came by and said you can come get the clothes they are at her house. I'm like why she couldn't call to tell me this. She has my number. Not to mention, she comes by two days later and says I came by and bought Pig some clothes, so I'm like ok thanks. Now we got that out of the way let's go back to Sunday. So my sister tells my daughter's grandmother that I'm standing right that and she doesn't have anything to do with it so I'm like still why you calling and talking about my child and what I'm doing to my sister?!  So they hang up and she texts her and says she wasn't trying to come between family etc. and I know you don't have your daughter going to school with her hair has been in the same style for almost a month."  

At this point I'm fucking mad like bitch don't come for me about my child. Like you got my damn number and if you have a problem come to me (now since she had so much to say I'm going to her house).  Now keep in mind I have a shoot at three and the model was finished with makeup at 230 so I said at this moment I got to go get my daughter and handle this bitch.  As I'm on my way to her house she isn't answering and I'm calling back to back like I'm calling a dude trying to get his attention but she keeps sending me to voicemail. Y'all I swear I felt like this was the longest drive to her house and when I finally get there she doesn't come to the door. I'm knocking hard as hell like I'm the police. I wasn't going to hit her; I was going to go off on her in person because people hang up phones when you call them going off. Y'all I never done this let alone to a dude before either. I don't go to people's house unannounced, so yes she had me furious!!!  Eventually I ended up leaving so I could head to meet the model and do the shoot. Y'all I couldn't get myself together so she saw my frustrations and I don't do that when doing business (I felt bad) but she understood I was able to get it together.  As we are sitting in my car waiting on the photographer I get a text from my baby daddy's sister saying to call her (so yes I called and she was like what's going on with you and my mom I said you know what's going on stop with the bullshit). While on the phone, she said why did you show up to my mom's house? I said because I wanted to come to her as a woman since she couldn't come to me as one. Then she was like well you shouldn't have gone to my mom's house.  Before I knew I said "but h fuck you and your mama now get the fuck off my phone. So she texts a long as post, now y'all I don't really read long messages from irrelevant people so I read the last two lines like a dude and told her ass to stop texting me before I pop up at your house (and she don't have kids by the way and she don't get my child). So I was ready for her ass that day. I'm texting her mom going off about having her kids call my phone but she can't answer or respond to my texts. But I said I'm going to see you and we are going to have words. So my baby daddy texting, I said I'm ready for your bitch ass today. Ooh y'all I was ready!  He is saying I'm going to get custody bullshit so I'm like dude you get mad when you got to go to work early and hate when Pig is still at your house. You need someone to get her when you got something to do. You are two years behind on child support and you want custody. You get her one weekend a month if that like dude you are a temporary babysitter. Stop playing and the only reason you won't custody is because you don't want the white man in your business taking money out your check (yes he said that bullshit).  Then he says you stay with your parents and you don't have a job. You are not stable enough to take care of her bitch. So I'm like well who the fuck been taking care of her. Who the fuck been making sure she has food, clothes and healthy?  (This the same motherfucker that for four years didn't do anything for my child, who was in and out of jobs and always behind on child support) so at this point I go get my child. Y'all I'm very petty. I rolled my window down and was laughing and saying you mad oh yea when he opened the door I spoke to his girlfriend (I never had a problem with her, you treating my daughter right so we good) until she gets out of the car (now why the fuck you need to get out of the car). She says because this is my car and we switching seats. I said no you're not. Stop lying. Y'all the shit was so funny.  I couldn't do but laugh. She just kept saying this is my car!  I said yes your car not his. So she goes to take up for her man to explain he has two trucks. I said girl stop lying I said he has patchwork because he keep patching that fucker up and not to mention he said he has a leak and couldn't get his daughter Friday. So at this point I'm like we aren’t got shit to talk about because this the same dude that disrespects you and call you bitches in front of your kids. She says no he don't I said yes he does his mom said it so she says let's go

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

Photographed by Courtney Little

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