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CITM (acronym - slang/fictional)
A person, often in a romantic or familial context, who is trapped between two conflicting parties-typically someone torn between loyalty to family and their own desires or relationships. In this c...
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Ever been so love with a human being? Ever them walk over you so much it turns you crazy.
Yeah that was me.
"You not going anywhere." I heard him say behind me as I stomped wom his stairs like a child. Tears steamed my face as I didn't dare look at him.
"I'm not doing this shit again. I refused to be a side bitch!" I shouted as I walked straight to the living room getting my purse. "I refused to have someone who says they are my man and the next chilling on some damn yatch having fucking threesomes." I yelled more as I snatched my purse off the couch.
"God I'm so fucking stupid!" I screamed as I turned around to face him. He stood there as he seemed a little off putting on what I yelling about. But that was the point.
"Snoop told me everything so again don't even fucking deny it." I threw my purse at him as I felt everything close in on me. I was angry. I really was.
Pac flinched back as he felt me throw the bag at him. He began to quickly retrace from the fact I threw it. Instead he began to block me trying to get it.
"Move out of my way!" I shouted more at him as I felt myself stomping. "Talk to me."
"No!" I whined like a child as I felt more tears come from my eyes. "I wouldn't allow you to hurt me again. I'm still not over the fact that you still didn't sign your divorce papers. Pac!"
