Diary of a Mad Black Woman Page #7

"I'm sorry."

I'm gonna let you sit here

for a few days...

and think about what I've said.

You stink.

Helen, what you doing?

Hey! Stop it! Stop it!

Hey, stop!

"Bathe him, feed him...

"clothe him," they say.

What about me?

What about me?

Oh, stop making those bubbles.

You kicked me

out of our house!

You tried to keep me

from our money!

No.

I was there...

when all we had was each other.

Helen.

Are you hungry?

Maybe you should

go into the kitchen...

and get yourself

something to eat then.

Christina.

Christina?

Christina's gone.

Your little tramp didn't leave

any money to pay her...

so she left,

just like your little slut.

She packed all her things--

and some of yours--

and left.

Come to think of it...

she cleaned out

your bank account...

all of it.

You tried to keep it from me,

and she took it all.

Lord have mercy.

Charles,

you are like so many men.

You'd rather leave with trash...

than make it work

with a good woman.

You're a coward.

-Here you go.

-Thank you.

Hi.

I thought you were

gonna stand me up.

No.

Can I get a cranberry juice,

please?

Helen, I haven't heard

from you in three weeks.

What's going on?

I have a lot of things

going on right now, Orlando...

and I don't think

I can complicate it.

Complicate it?

I'm a complication?

Thank you.

My husband's back home.

We're back together.

Helen, don't you do this.

That man did everything

in his power...

to try and break you,

but you made it.

You found strength

and passion for life...

you never had before.

Why would you turn back?

Why?

You can't answer me, can you?

Well, I know the answer,

because I was just like you.

Every time things

were going good...

I would always find a way

to mess it up.

I would sabotage,

just like you're doing.

But, Helen,

I learned that I do deserve...

to have good things

and a good life.

And I deserve you.

Helen, look at me.

Look at me.

You're a good woman,

and you deserve me.

You want out of that life.

I know you do.

The only reason

you're going back to it...

is because you are still afraid.

I'm right here.

Helen, I love you.

But I need you to trust me.

I'm sorry, Orlando.

Don't. Don't. Don't.

What? What? Don't what?

Don't what? What? What?

What do you want from me?

What? Am I supposed to say,

"Let's be friends"?

-ls that what you want?

-Yes.

You don't get it, do you?

See, when you

really love someone...

you can't just be their friend.

I don't want to lose you.

And I don't want

just half of you.

What's that on the dog's leg?

It's a flea and tick thing.

A flea and...

Mm-hmm. Come on.

That don't look like

no flea and tick thing to me.

That looks very strange.

What is it?

Madea, we're here!

Madea. Madea.

What's that on the dog's leg?

Lord, Myrtle Jean, look at you.

You're looking good, girl!

I just come from church.

Go ahead on, honey.

You look good.

When you coming to church?

I'll be there as soon as

you get a smokers section.

I'm gonna be right there.

Yeah, you look good,

Myrtle Jean.

You look real good.

How are you doing, Joe?

I'm good. Come here, baby.

Come here.

Come here.

Come here.

I got Viagra.

Come here, baby.

I got Mace.

You're just as mean as a snake,

Myrtle Jean.

You're mean as a snake.

Listen, next Sunday I'm cooking

a big old dinner...

and I want all of y'all

to come by here.

Helen,

have you called Orlando?

That boy been calling here...

and coming by here

like he's crazy.

Who's Orlando?

Her boyfriend.

My friend.

And yes, I did talk to him.

Baby, don't you

open that door...

before you've closed

the other one. You hear me?

Myrtle Jean, can I get you

to open the door for me?

Knock, knock. Open wide.

Shut up, you old fool.

That all sounds real good...

sitting there telling your mom

he ain't nothing but a friend.

But I don't know

if I believe that, honey.

There's something

going on between y'all...

the way you've been

walking around here...

just smiling and grinning

all the time.

Mm-mm. I'm too busy

taking care of Charles.

I don't have time for Orlando.

You're better than me...

because I would be beating

the hell out of Charles, honey.

Yeah, like that man

in "Misery."

That woman took that board...

and she put it

on his ankle bone...

and she broke

both his foots off.

They went just like this.

Both his foots went like this.

Broke both of them. That's

exactly what I'll be doing--

breaking something.

I'll tell you,

I learned a long time ago...

that God could take care of

folks far better than you can.

God takes too long sometimes.

I need them

to get got right then.

That's why I don't worry

about folks.

They can't make me happy,

and they can't make me sad.

What did the pastor say?

You know I don't know.

I'd be trying to read

that Bible...

or go to church or something

and sit there...

and I looked down at that

New Testimony and saw Jesus--

you know,

the one with the words in red.

I look down and saw

all that red the other night.

I said, "l can't sit here

and read all of this."

Jesus was talking too much

for me to read all of that.

Ain't that the truth?

It seems like every time...

you open up the Bible,

you gets--

any time anybody

opens a Bible, I just fall--

I'm just playing.

You looking just like Beyonce.

Sexy thing.

Peace. Be still.

That's what he said.

Peace. Be still.

You know what? Peace is

always still around me...

'cause I keeps me

what they call a piece of steel.

As long as you've got

a piece of steel...

you're gonna have peace.

Load your steel.

Thank you, Jesus.

You're not reading

the right part.

Look here. That all sounds

real good and everything...

talking about

the "peace, be still"...

and the Bible

and all that stuff.

But you got to be careful...

'cause I remember

this man did me wrong...

honey, I didn't even know

how mad I was...

till I got to his funeral.

He had died.

-Why were you so mad at him?

-Because he hit me.

Yes, he did. He hit me.

And he is eight feet under.

Six feet under. That's where

they bury folks--six feet.

That's what

I'm trying to tell you.

I thought I was over

what the man had done to me...

till I saw him

laying in that casket.

The man was dead,

and I got mad all over again.

I beat him down two more feet.

I was mad as hell.

Listen, you think

you're over something...

you think you're ready

to get on with your life.

This is how you really find out

if you're over something or not.

If you get an opportunity

to get even...

with somebody who did you wrong

and you don't take it...

then you're over it,

but if you don't...

and you beat the hell

out of them...

you ain't over it yet.

Baby, tell me something.

How are y'all doing?

I'll tell you how she's doing.

She's beating

the hell out of him.

How did you know?

Child, you've been around me.

I know something

done rubbed off on you.

You haven't hurt him, have you?

Just his feelings.

You know, I know this man

put a hurting on you, baby...

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