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[this story is based off a discounting Bobby brown book I wrote in the past, basically about Bobby and his love interest Deja (Dee for short) were in an on and off relationship. This imagine is inspired by there story and toxic relationship]
Dejas POV:
Where do I even begin to describe my relationship with Bobby brown.
Just know it's a mess. We were constantly on and off for a good year. We broke up constantly cus we both were not mature enough to handle our relationship.
Constant cheating from both of us, always lying to eachother, having no trust for eachother, arguing over every little thing and never agreeing.
Then your confused asking yourself, then why am I still in a relationship with him and involve myself with him?
The answer is when we get a long, we get a long so so well. I am so madly in love with him when we get a long. I wanted the feeling to last so we tried so hard to never argue but somehow still did.
One day Bobby and I got a long so well one day. We were full of lust and we were so so I love on that day. That Bobby asked me to elope with him.
I agreed.
We ran away and got married. We promised to settle down and realize we were mature enough to be together .
I did my part. I was a very loyal wife to him but Bobby left for tour. I had constant women calling the house cus Bobby was giving out his number .
It was obvious he was cheating even when he promised me he was done with all that. Its all just got to a point where I couldn't handle this anymore and I need to change.
I realized my worth and knew I couldn't be waiting in a man who is out fucking other girls when he wanted to marry me. I can't. So I packed my bags, left our house and went to court and got divorce papers.
Bobby's pov:
I held tightly on my bouquet of flowers for my wife. I opened the door and set my bag downs. It was awfully silent. "DEE?" I yell out. No response. "BABY WHERE YOU AT?" I yell out walking up to our room with a smile ready to get it on with my wife.
All of her stuff gone.
I looked on the bed as it was another girls panties and a note.
You wanted me. You married me. Your still obviously very immature. I cant be serious if you aren't. So you can enjoy your little groupies and I'm going to upgrade to a man that TRULY wants me. Not one that never makes time and effort for me.
