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Chapter 4

After my birthday I would go on to find a new job, a warehouse in Roswell, Ga. But before I got the job, as a 18 adult in the eyes of the government I had to get what I wanted the most, which was a tattoo. Now what was gonna be my first tattoo, I originally wanted to get symones birthday on my forearm, but she said that I should get the date we got together and I thought about it and I came to the conclusion of getting the anniversary date, but I would add my own little twist to it. I arrive at the shop and they make me sign a release form and then I'm on my way. The pain from the needle kinda felt nice it was like a burning sensation and I liked it, as she finished it I asked her to draw a bird with it's wings open and have it sit on top of one of the letters, she pulled out a sharpie and went to work on it, the whole thing costed me about 120$ but it was for a good reason. When I first got said tattoo I got mixed reviews from it some liked it loved it, others called it stupid and ridiculed me on it, but at the end of the day my closest friends family and my lovely girlfriend loved my tattoo. August rolls around, august my friend, was an interesting month from me and symones two year anniversary to symones surgery to a incident that nearly drove me away from Atlanta and everybody here. The anniversary basically speaks for itself so no need to go into detail for that, symones surgery was for the cyst which clouded her ovaries so for three days I did what any boyfriend would've done, I took care of her did her make up, with the help of my little sister Alexis, and I fed her helped her to the bathroom fluffed her pillows and you know typical boyfriend shit. But what would happen that Monday would test the true strength of our relationship. Symones mother received a call from my stepmother stating that I was showing inappropriate videos of some girl at my side job I did for my step grandfather, I don't know what was said or who said what, but it got to symones mom then to symone, then to me. That literally had to be the craziest week of my life and also mind boggling, and at one point I wanted to leave Atlanta and go back home to buffalo. Now why would you do that roland, I was more happier in Buffalo and shit like this never happened. In buffalo I was the first born grandson and first born greatgranson, you know similar to Atlanta, but my Buffalo family was more laid back. During this incident I had the feeling that symones mother was gonna make me and symone break up, and my stepmother wasn't making it any better by throwing shots at me and just hating me, I had enough of it, I wasn't here to take bull shit from nobody, honestly I was here to fix my attitude if you wanna be technical, my mother said I could go back at anytime. 18 and I had a good paying job, I could afford a plane ticket, but symone and her sister irish managed to talk me out of it and talked me into staying. Eventually this whole thing blew over and it died downed, was I happy? Of course was I pissed? Of course but was I grateful that me and symone kept our relationship alive?, well duhh lol. But the hardest test of all to me, was surviving 5 days without my baby to talk to me.