Made For Me

Woo Lady

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Quan🖤🦍: what's the woo lady #?

: 👀

Quan🖤🦍: Niyah trying to leave me gang 
Quan🖤🦍: & Nic left her nigga and been in town for a whole week
Quan🖤🦍: Gotta be Witchcraft 👀

: What you did? 😂
: That ain't the work of the woo lady that's the work of good dick son

Quan🖤🦍: can't be that good ain't she left you last time?😮‍💨
Quan🖤🦍: Quit being stingy gang
Quan🖤🦍: supposedly I'm inconsiderate and don't care about her feelings

: fuck you
: I hope she leave you.

"Who is the woo lady?" Onika nosey ass asked all in my phone. "And why would tell him that."

We were at TK's eating breakfast like we had for almost a week. "That's boy is stupid." I ate an already cut up piece of pork chop. I did know the woo lady and I do have her number, but I wasn't going to give it to him. Definitely not for no shit like that.

"You put roots on me?" Nicki asked, sipping her sweet tea. If I did, she was acting as if she didn't care.

"If I did, you would've been back a long time ago." That would've been a great idea before she left three years ago.

"Hm, I don't know, it's like you got this unexplainable hold on me." I guess she rather believe that I put some sort of magic on her than to believe she was still in love with me. "Kind of like you and Megan." Onika hadn't brought up the other girl since she had gotten here. I knew she had to have the slightest bit of curiosity about how that situation ended. Seemingly, it was a big part of why we ended things with us.

"It's explainable." Onika still has feelings for me, whether she wants to ignore them or not. "And that was different." I couldn't help the sigh I let out and the irritation I felt that she would try to compare the two situations.

Megan and I had a business relationship. I was the boss and she was my subordinate. According to Mrs. Good, my therapist, my only need for Megan was for egotistical reasons. The wife and Mother of two brought me into her life knowing I would cause havoc in her life. Still allowing me in and regardless of what or who, she would choose to put me first.

Apparently, I have issues with my parents, mostly my mother. I thought I was over how she handled the situation with Unc but deep down I still held some resentment toward her.

I acknowledge her as my mother only because she carried me, not because I felt like she was one. Not only that, but I loved her and was grateful for the little she's done for me, but honestly, I could never trust her intentions when it came to me.