Diary of a Mad Black Woman Page #4

all this legal stuff, man.

OK, look, you know I don't deal

with your kind anymore.

My kind? Brother,

before you started...

defending all

these rich white boys...

it was my kind

that got you down.

-I'm going home.

-Home?

Oh, how quickly we forget.

I ran so much coke

for you back in the day...

I paid for that house.

Now look here. I need you,

like you needed me...

back in the day

to get all you got.

No. What you need

is a lawyer...

and not to ever

call my house again.

You are my lawyer.

You know where to find me.

Lord Jesus. All of this

calamity in the world.

But I tell--

The paper's sad.

It's really sad.

You nasty as hell.

I don't know what

I'm gonna do with you.

Here.

What?

You need a job.

Oh, Madea, I don't--

I don't know

how to do anything.

I got a job for you...

as soon as I get

some more Vaseline.

Joe, that is your--

that's your family.

That's your dead husband's

side of the family.

She ain't no kin to me.

I could introduce you to Harvey.

Maybe he'll help you out.

She ain't selling no dope, Joe.

If I had a bottle

of battery acid...

I would give you

a chemical peel...

just scrub all of that ugly

off of your face.

I know you're my brother...

and the only reason I'm

letting you stay in my house...

is to get your check.

But I can still

get your check...

if you come up missing.

Keep trying me.

But you're gonna end up

in the Chattahoochee river.

What you looking at?!

You ain't moving in here.

Next thing you know,

she'll be getting mail here.

Joe, leave that baby alone.

If their name

comes on the envelope...

that means they move

right the hell in.

Get out.

Get--get out.

Baby, take that newspaper...

and go on in the kitchen

and look for you a job.

And an apartment.

Look for an apartment

while you're in there.

You always messing

with somebody.

What the hell's wrong with you?

You're just grouchy as hell.

You been grouchy.

That's why Mommy and Daddy

didn't like you.

She ain't moving in here.

Ain't enough room in this house

for all of us here.

This ain't "Roots." These rooms

are barely big enough...

for you to turn around in.

Man, but you know,

you're just huge.

You big as a Buick.

You just fat as hell.

I watched you walk

down the hall the other day.

I thought somebody had put

a refrigerator on your butt.

You're huge. You're big.

And that's something

you'll never...

in your life hear a woman say.

Yes!

Thank you, Mrs. McCarter.

She's in her room.

Hi, Mama.

Hi.

I brought you some things.

Hey, baby. How you doing?

Oh. I'm doing OK.

Yeah.

They talked to me

about the bill here yesterday.

They call you?

Yes.

I'm gonna get that paid.

You know Charles

don't care nothing about me.

What makes you think

he's gonna pay it?

I talked to Madea.

I know what's going on.

I think I'm...

losing my mind, Mama.

He hurt me so bad.

He was my everything.

God is your everything.

Don't you know

he's a jealous god?

He don't want no man before him.

I don't even know

where to begin...

to pick up the pieces

of my life.

Lord have mercy.

I was 39 years old

when you were born.

I never ever dreamed

I'd have children.

And then here you come...

sweet bundle of joy.

But what did I do?

I think I shielded you

way too much.

Now you got to get out there...

try to stand

on your own two feet.

Oh, no, Mama.

I can't do that.

I'm not strong like you.

Sure you are.

You got the strength

God gave us women to survive.

You just ain't

tapped into it yet.

Come here.

Come on.

Come on now.

Oh...

just let it go.

Nothing wrong with

shedding a few tears.

It cleanses the soul.

You know, you need

to stop thinking...

about what you think

you lost...

and look forward

to what there is to gain.

It's a new life, baby.

It's right in front of you.

All you got to do

is reach out and grab it.

How do I do that, Mama? How?

By waking up every morning...

and thanking God that you did.

And then ask him to help you.

Just ask the savior to help you.

April 18.

Dear diary,

every day I wake up...

I take my mother's advice.

Most days, I don't want

to get out of bed...

but I do.

Some people say,

"One day at a time."

Seems too long for me.

Most days, all I can do

is moment to moment.

The good thing

about being this low...

is that there's

nowhere to go but up.

Hi. Can I get your order?

Hi.

OK, I'm gonna kill Brian.

Did he tell you I work here?

Hey, easy. Easy.

A man's got to eat, right?

What can I get for you?

How about a coffee

and a number four?

We don't have number fours

in this restaurant.

OK. How about just a coffee?

Coffee.

OK.

I like the new haircut...

a lot.

Thank you.

Oh, no matter what

You may be going through

Take it to the master

He'll see you right on through

I know Jesus, whoo!

Take it to him

You can leave it there

He will work it out

No matter what

You may be going through...

April 25.

Dear diary,

today was a bad day.

I got up and came to church

because I was so angry.

When I think

about all the blood...

and sweat and tears

I put into my marriage...

it makes me want to hate him.

Let me tell you something, boss.

I paid you a lot of money,

and that judge, he ain't down.

The judge had no choice...

but to allow the videotape

into evidence.

I told you

to make this go away.

Say it wasn't me,

I wasn't there.

How the hell do you

use self-defense?

You're on videotape.

And it will be

very hard to explain...

you not being there

at the time of the murder.

Self-defense is our only option.

Then put me on the stand.

I'll say it wasn't me.

Then all your priors

come into play.

Look, Mr. Jackson,

you have to let me work here.

Look, man, you can get me off,

make this go away.

Look, I said

I would do all I can.

Well, that better be

a hell of a lot, brother.

Or I will do all I can.

Wait a minute.

Are you threatening--

Ain't nobody talking to you.

I done paid you a lot of money.

You know how it is

on the streets, Chuck.

Brother don't do what he say.

However you and your homeys

settle your disputes...

this has to play out in court.

-If I go down, man--

-If you go down?

Kalvin, walk away.

Walk away.

Don't let this suit fool you.

I don't take too kindly

to threats, Mr. Jackson.

And I don't make

idle threats, Mr. McCarter.

I better get off.

May 12.

Dear diary...

I'm beginning to find my way.

It's been close to

three months...

and every day

gets a little easier.

Even though we're still

battling Charles in court...

I don't even give it

that much energy anymore.

I don't understand this,

but it's strange...

how little can be so much

when you're happy.

I find myself

smiling and laughing...

more than I ever have.

I find myself...

Wait a minute. That's it.

I'm finding myself.

It's nights like this

I wish I had a car...

or kept that U-Haul truck

a few more days.

Hey. Brian asked me

to pick you up tonight.

He did?

No, thanks.

All right, but you know...

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