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Jahseh Onfroy




"So what was all that between you and Cardo?" Kayla asked me as I seated myself on the couch and sat the baby monitor down beside me.

"He just did some shady shit and I just don't even have the words for him right now," I sighed. "He just needs to give me some space before we can be friends again."

"Yeah... I mean whatever happened I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you," she sighed.

"Yeah I don't know, all I'm worried about right now is when the fuck Stokeley is coming home," I sighed.

My phone buzzed and I saw that Stokeley had texted me. I grabbed my phone, clicking on the message immediately.

Baby💕🦋: I'm not coming home Jahseh. I just been thinking like... we're so toxic and I can't keep fighting with you and arguing with you. There's always something to argue about.

Me: so you're giving up on us?

Baby💕🦋: don't think about it like that. Just think of it like this... if we keep fighting it's going to get the the point where we can't even coparent our daughter and that's all I can think about.

Me: so you're giving up on us... over text... because an argument that could easily be fixed ?

Baby💕🦋: don't make this about you, this is about marianna.

Me: well it's about me too, you're breaking up with me.
Me: you know what, you're right. It's never gonna work so might as well just walk away now. Are you still going to be involved with marianna?

Baby💕🦋: wow just like that?
Baby💕🦋: yeah imma come see her today or tomorrow.

I left him on read, locking my phone. "I guess he isn't coming home. He just broke up with me."

"You're kidding," Kayla rolled her eyes.

"It's for the best, he breaks up with me every chance he gets or just takes off. It's never gonna work. It's better now then later."

I was so hurt but I can't say I didn't see this coming eventually. He just runs from his problems every single time from the time we met.

I wish we never even met. I regret this whole situation with him.
































The end 🦋💙

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