MidnighT HouR🔥

YoU MaybE: iV

Two months after that incident Donnie's brother got outta jail. He was a homophobic piece of shit who liked to beat on his sister and talk shit to my son. Needless to say, he ended back in jail within three days, but he had to go through the hospital to get there. That nígga was yelling at a four year old terrified child and calling him all kinds of bitches, bruh, I can't even write about this shit without getting mad all over again. Imma leave that alone.

But this was the beginning of mine and D's real problems. I don't know what his brother had said to him while he was here but that triggered something in my nígga and he became that chiraq kid he'd managed to leave behind again. Donnie began to get into unnecessary shit over some bullshit. In the space of three months he had four different charges he was fighting, and the courtroom became my second home. He kept doing dumb shit upon dumb shit like a possessed person.

We stayed together one more year, a year in which I supported and stood by him, loved him and tried to make him snap out of the bullshit. But when I couldn't take it anymore I asked for a break, we were getting too toxic for my bloodstream. So I took my kid and bounced. Kay and D did see each other regularly though, I'd never do that to either of them.

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My final year in school I dated this foreign exchange student. She was beautiful and smart, and everything any man would ever want, and we were together for about nine months. But soon as she found out I was bi she started to act like a crazy person. She'd obsess over every nígga I dapped or said waddup to. She went through my phone religiously even though I asked her not to do that shit. And to make shit worse she deleted pictures of me,Don, and Kay together.
That was the last straw, she had to go.

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Don and I got back together four months before my graduation. We were all good and shit went back to normal, and I was so fucking grateful for it.

But then he got banged up again and did five months, missing my graduation. At this point I was tired of all the craziness. I was sick and tired of the street shit and I just wanted to do something more with my life, preferably with the man I loved more than anything in the world.

I became depressed again, and got diagnosed with anxiety disorder soon after.

Of course I still took care of Donnie while he was gone. Made sure he had money in his books and that his house and shop were good.

I never really had money issues.
My parents built blocks of two bedroom flats back in the motherland with each of us registered as the landlord, so we got paid rent regularly. Plus money from tutoring and art lessons got me straight. And because i didn't give a shit about luxury bullshit, i was good with money. My kid had a trust-fund set up by my mom, so his college funds were sorted and all I had to do was save everything else.

So I took care of my nígga while he was gone. But I knew that was the last time, I already knew I was finna change things drastically when he got out.