Meghan: Can't Trust A Man

Chapter 1

"Bo, you got me fucked up! You just gon keep sending me to voicemail! I am your wife, and you keep playing me out like I'm some little bitch! Where the fuck are you?! Your phone is not even ringing any more for me! Like What? You got me blocked or something?
It's cool! Say that!" I said while throwing my phone on the floor. He has been missing for way too damn long! My apologies, my name is Meghan Izabella Smith, and I was born and raised in New Jersey. I am married to one of the biggest dogs in the game, literally,
and that's how most people know me. His name is Bowie Smith, but everyone calls him Bo. I have three children with this dummy. My boys' names are Davon, who is nineteen, and Jaquan, who is eighteen. My baby girl's name is Madison, and she is ten years old.
I am 39 years old, and my dumb ass husband is 45. Raising my kids up around all this drama was a lot. I did not choose this lifestyle, but I did choose the man. I must stick beside him, and I always stood on that. We have broken up, got locked up together,
did shoot outs but we were always locked in. You see him, you see me. 

All night I was in my feelings, like I miss my man so much and it bothers me that someone or something has his attention. He always says he has business meetings, but something seems off to me. It is someone always telling me what he said or got to say. He
sends his homies to get the new drop of drugs from my house every day and one of those days, those niggas took advantage of me. They raped me but I never spoke about it. I always kept it to myself. They stopped coming and a new one started. I was going to
tell Bo about it, but he probably wouldn't have believed me anyway. The new person was always flirting with me like he knew what Bo was up too, but I did not pay him any mind until now. He has been around since Madison was first born. Maddy at one point believed
this man was her dad till we explained to her that he wasn't. His name is Ian. Ian basically raised my kids with me. He gives them the father figure they need, but it's nothing like having your actual father around. Even me, I mean I may have done some things
with him. Shit, I got needs too, but it's not who I want it to be with. My little girl has been sleeping with me for the past couple of nights because I am starting to feel lonely. It was 9:55 in the morning. I looked at her and moved her right on over and
got out of the bed. I hear my phone going off, but I will get it later. Maybe it was Bo trying to reach me finally. I went downstairs towards my kitchen so I could make my daughter something to eat. I cook for the boys sometimes, but once these little niggas
started humping and grinding, they can cook their own damn food. I could smell the aroma of something good cooking as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Soon as I got into the kitchen Bo was there cooking already. I was surprised to see this motherfucker. 

"Hey, good morning! We got to talk my nigga." I said while walking into the kitchen area. It has been a whole week and 4 days since I last seen him. 

"Good morning beautiful." He said while trying to give me a kiss. 

"Where were you this time?" I said while scratching my hair. I knew he was about to come up with some bullshit ass lie. 

"I was in California, looking at some new dope." He said while flipping the pancakes. 

"Cali? You do not think to call me? I am taking care of our 3 kids by myself." I said. 

"Listen, man if you going to lecture me, you can go back upstairs. I came home to be with my family. Not to argue." He said while turning around. I noticed this motherfucker had a hickey on his neck. He must think I am playing with his dumb ass. I walked around
the counter, grabbed my gun from out of the drawer by the kitchen sink and pointed it at him. I was tired of this motherfucker disrespecting me. It was not too early to put this nigga in a body bag. 

"Yo, what the fuck is that on your neck?! I know that's not what the fuck I think it is?! So, while I am here making it happen, trying my best! You are in 'Cali' fucking bitches?! I am so sick tired of this shit, Bo! I am fucking tired!" I screamed. This dumb
fuck eyes got big as hell and was trying to cover his neck.