"Where did you get this stack of money from, Meghan?" Bo said while waking me up. I looked at him and rolled my eyes.
"It's my money! Why are you in my damn bag anyway?!" I said while fixing myself looking for my phone on the bed.
"Were you looking for this?" He said while waving my phone around.
"Why is Ian calling you? Why is he texting you? No drop is until tomorrow morning so why the fuck is he calling my wife, Meghan?" He said while knocking my make up off my stand.
"I do not know! Maybe he wants some more pussy!" I said while he charged at me.
"Meghan, I swear to God! You didn't fuck him! You know better!" He said while in my face.
"Nigga! Leave me alone!" I said while pushing him off so I can go to the bathroom.
"I paid for this house, the car you drive and you trying play me? Bitch, I am not dumb. Maddy is at my mother's house! I am going to the hood." He glared.
"You going to go fuck on another bitch? Nigga fuck you. I am good. Leave, I do not care. I do not want to see you anyway. And if I decide I want to fuck Ian again! Which I am sure I will! I will be glad to because he has a big and better dick than you, bitch."
I said while walking in his face.
"Fuck you then bitch! And fuck him too!! He will never have you like I did. Bitch, come the fuck on now. You a weird ass ho to fuck a nigga under me! That nigga doesn't run or owe shit! I put that nigga in that big ass house! I did all that!" Bo screamed while
looking at my face.
"I want a divorce, Bo! I am tired of you and this shit! Like I don't care about what you did or how you did it. I am done! This is my shit! I own this shit the fuck! My name on everything. I can wipe you clean." I said while pointing at him all in his face.
"You want a what?" He spoke.
"A divorce Bo, you heard me. You do not even see me! I am the baddest bitch walking these streets. I made sure you did not get locked up. I had your back all day every day. When you got locked up, who got you out? Me! When those niggas from 96 wanted your head!
Who got you up out of that? ME! SO, KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM! I am done. Get the fuck out my house. Period." I said while walking out of the room. My son Davon was coming up the stairs with his friends.
"Hey mom, you good?" He said while bringing me something from the pit. The pit was a food spot up the street.
"Yes, baby thank you." I said while hugging him and he stared at his father up and down. A bag of weed fell out of his pocket when he was about to walk in his room. I picked it up and looked at him.
"Davon what the fuck?! Are you smoking or selling it?" I asked. His father got mad as fuck.
"Nigga, answer your mother?!" he shouted. "Mom, I am selling it and smoking it. I need to make sure my family is good! I want to put money in your pocket's. This nigga does not do shit but fuck bitches on you mom. Do you see how Ian makes sure we are all straight
when this nigga out doing him? He ain't shit and mom you deserve the world." Davon said.
"I do not care about that Davon! Didn't I tell you I got you! No one else, me!" I said while walking in his face.
"Lil nigga you ain't going to keep running your mouth at me. I am about to forget you my son and fuck you up!" Bo yelled.
"I am not your fucking son. Do what you have to do! Nigga, you out here taking care of other bitches' kids! You got kids of your own! We needed you motherfucker. I needed you. I got to sell weed to make sure my mama straight when a nigga like you got it all.
She will never need you! Why are you even here?!" Davon said.
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Meghan: Can't Trust A Man
RomanceMeghan is a mother of three and married to one of the biggest dogs in the game. She discovers horrible news and it breaks her heart badly. She started dating and finds her self in a few love triangles while still trying to raise her kids, make money...
