Just like any other heart broken love story.... I loved him, and he played me. He played me like it was nothing too it. Just like any other love story.... He'd broken my heart, and now I feel as if the trust issues are alive. I feel as if there's no more love for me in this world. But something about this love story is very different. He left my heart too freeze in desperation of being unloved and mistreated.
But you know, people get over things because life is to short, to sit back and be depressed over problems that will happen in life. So like any other, I got over it.. It took some time but I did.
Even though I loved him with everything in me.. That's not even the worst part of all of this.
Hate is not even the word to describe how he feels about something he gave me and I cherish for dear life. I hate that my child cannot be loved by its own father. I hate that he abandoned her and she will never have that fatherly support from him. And most of all, I hate that he doesn't know I'm crazy af behind mines, and I will kill his ass before I let him take away my baby's life.
I was never the type to fight if someone mess with me. Just say fuck them and move on because you gone have haters regardless. But when it's too the point where you can't take it....and it's life threatening issues, I will fight. No one puts fear in my heart, but God. And when it gets to the point when your family is involved I will fight because I don't play behind what's mine. So pick on me all you want but when it comes to my daughter aka the only thing I have that's a whole different story.
Well This is a story about what happens when you fuck up, and fuck over the wrong person and he fucked up and fucked over.......The Wrong Person .
