Even Though the Grass Is Greener Dirt Is There Also

Dontavius M. Foster

Description

My name is Dontavius Foster and in this book I give you my most vivid and lucid thoughts about how easily it is for a man to lose his way. Especially when his love falls between the two. In this case, whether or not to be in love is truly the question? Furthermore, the purpose was through love or lust. (Love under sexual trance)I’ll let you decide.Unless you're willing to take a ride. Don’t always expect the grass to be greener on the other side.

Sujets

• Losing
• Way
• Love
• Life
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 18 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669866305
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Even Though the Grass is Greener Dirt is There Also
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dontavius M. Foster
 
Copyright © 2023 by Dontavius M. Foster.
 
ISBN:
Softcover
978-1-6698-6631-2
 
eBook
978-1-6698-6630-5
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
 
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Rev. date: 06/16/2023
 
 
 
 
 
Xlibris
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Although this book isn’t real, it may seem real to you. Fortunately, this is just my imagination and my demons running wild. However, if this were my story then I guess I would finally get a chance to exhale.
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, I would like to thank God for giving me a chance to grow. This book is written with love and pain intertwined. In addition, I would like to thank everyone who played a vital part in my life and influenced me for the better as well as the worse. Truthfully, I appreciate you all with no love lost.
And a special thanks to the following:
KING OF VISUALZ - Muhammed White (PHOTOGRAPHER)
Angel Adams and Emallie Heard (COVER MODELS)
Preface
Hi, my name is Justin Jones, and at some point I came to the realization that saying the words “I love you” can be a very dangerous thing. Be careful who you tell them to because the words “I love you” and “I do” both come with a lifetime of consequences, although marriage is “For better or for worse.” The three rings plus two people will always narrow it down to one purpose. Till death! However, that’s not necessarily true. Even though the grass may be greener elsewhere, dirt is there also. This is my story.
Contents
Prologue
1 .    Good Lawd, I think I need help
2 .    Here We Go, Again
3 .    Free-spirited
4 .    Never Say Never
5 .    Blessed in my mess
6 .    When shit hits the fan. It gets messy
7 .    What’s family for?
8 .    The seed is planted
9 .    Couples Therapy
10 .    Maurice Notes
11 .    Guilty by Suspicion
12 .    Me & Miss Jones Pt-1. Just the Two Of Us
13 .    I Got My Drink and My Two-Step
14 .    Me & Miss Jones Pt-2. I’m Just Trying To Get My Feet Wet
15 .    April is for fools
16 .    It Takes a Good Bait to Hook a Fish
17 .    Me & Ms. Jones Pt-3. I need you next to me in more ways than one
18 .    Guilty By Association
19 .    My first loves
20 .    I Need To Circumvent
21 .    I think It Was Curiosity That Killed Miss Kathy
22 .    To Close For Comfort
23 .    Foresight
24 .    This Is Even Too Much For Atlas To Bear
25 .    A Drunk Man Tells No Lies
26 .    Blackmail For A Black Male
27 .    Truth Is I Refuse To Wait
28 .    Me & Ms Jones Part-4. Mutual Interest
29 .    Mother Knows Best
30 .    Playing With Your Food Will Only Make You Hungrier
31 .    Me & Ms Jones Part-5. Dinner For Two Rendezvous
32 .    Checkmate
Prologue
- It was a week before Halloween and I was contemplating suicide. Yeah, I said it because I was about to jump off the savannah bridge. As I stood there in the midst of dead silence, all I could see to the left of me was South Carolina. In addition, to my right I had the beautiful city of Savannah lingering in my peripheral vision. Somewhere along the way I had lost my sense of direction and ending my life seemed to be the only remedy for my depression. You know it has to be bad if alcohol couldn’t suffice me anymore. Unfortunately, I had sacrificed my whole twenties to become a family man, and to be quite honest, I was afraid to admit that I wanted to be free again. Clearly, I wasn’t ready to be committed to anyone and the thought of a woman telling me what to do and when to do it really pissed me off.
Sadly, I was getting hammered by the current wave of thoughts that flooded my mind. Oh, how I missed the excitement before marriage, but that was all a dream or should I say water under a bridge now. Come to think about it, I was about to be floating in that exact same spot. Obviously, there’s someone reading this book and thinking that it can’t be that bad. You’ll never understand unless you were to take a walk in my size eleven footwear. Once certain doors are open some of them are too stubborn to close. There has to be more to life than this.
“God, if you can hear me,you better answer me before I do something drastic.I’ll jump, I swear will!” I said as I turned the bottle of brandy up I staggered as I struggled for the last drop. I had gotten so mad and threw the damn bottle into the ocean. As a result, it was empty just like how my life felt. “Ha! I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t answer me. Well life waits for no one” I said as I climbed on top of the rail and looked down I wobbled a bit. Everything below had begun to turn to a blur. Although I was used to difficult heights this was far greater than I was accustomed to.
Before I could get the words “fuck it!” out of my mouth. My phone had started to ring. Now this is crazy I can’t even die right. Why is my sister Didi calling me at this ungodly hour? My indecisiveness had made my choice harder than it needed to be. I took another look at my phone and then the ocean again. Somewhere in the back of my second deranged brain, I had a sober mind for once and jumped down off the rail to answer the call.
“Good morning, sis! You’re calling kind of late.”
“Yeah, I know but I had this strange dream about you, and there was something about it that bothered me so I had to call to make sure you were OK.”
“Well, I think I’m as good as I’m going to get.”
“I’m not sure what that means, but anyway, I’m hosting a halloween party on the twenty- eighth of October at Temptations on the river and I want you to come.”
“Uh! I don’t know what the future holds so let me get back to you on that.”
“OK, but don’t think too hard about it. I believe this party will change your life and get you up out of your slump. Oh, and by the way, why are you still upright now? Don’t you have to be at work in the morning?”
“Yes, but I was just thinking about clocking out beforehand.”
“Justin, what are you talking about? You must be drinking right now.”
“Yes, I am.”
“You are definitely your father’s child. I love you, brother, I’ll talk to you then.”
“OK, and I love you too sis,” I said as I hung up the phone. “Well, God, I guess your timing is inevitable. Hell, I guess I could always die another day.”
Later that Tuesday afternoon while having lunch with one of my colleagues, Mr. Hawkins, better known as Hawk. He was my go to whenever I needed some advice. Not to mention, he was also the only one who got the chance to see my marriage from both sides. Therefore, he encouraged me to go out and enjoy myself because a release of stress was long overdue. If I remember correctly, I believe his exact words were. “You’re going to meet someone that’s going to bring you back to life.
Somehow, Friday October twenty-eight got here quicker than a little bit. I called myself staging an argument the night before with wifey just so I would have an excuse not to come home tonight. Therefore, I kept a travel bag in the car just in case something unexpected came up. Luckily, I had pre booked my room in Pooler for the night. After I prepared myself for the evening festivities, but before I left I took one last glance in the mirror. Truthfully, I despised seeing the man that I had become. However, I told myself to live in the moment as I headed out.
For some reason, tonight seemed like a night for being optimistic because I was on my way to one of the hottest spots in the C-Port. Somewhere along the river walk the people were masquerading around in their costumes all over the town. In the distance, you could smell the salt from the ocean mixed in with the aromas from all the restaurants. After I stepped out of the car I handed the valet the keys and told him to “handle it with care.” The Valet acted as if he had an attitude so I slipped him a nifty-fifty to give him a reason to be more hospitable. This was just my way of showing my gratitude. As I stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor, I told myself. “Justin, whatever problems you think you may have. You need to make damn sure to leave them where you stand.”
Meanwhile, once the elevator doors closed I exhaled at the thought of nostalgia settling in. There was a sense of peace here and I loved it. The party goers were dressed for the occasion and the music kept the crowd hype. All the while everyone seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere. In addition, I could see my sister in the distance mixing her exotic concoctions for a couple of fairies. Ah yes, this was what I needed, to get away from the status quo then I made my way over to the bar.
“Hey, what can I get for you?” the bartender said as he finished serving his customer